A couple months ago I was talking to some mom's who have young children and they bemoaned the fact that they don't seem to have a hobby. Hobby? A hobby infers you have free time but I was reminded of these conversations as I looked at my closet and I looked at my laundry basket. I have a hobby, I just hate it! Laundry seems to take up all my free time. My son either spits, drools, leaks (I won't say where but it is gross), or snots on my clothes. I am sure he is a secret agent for some major laundry deterregent. We seem to burn through cleaner quicker than the candy bars hidden in the frig-and that's saying something. My son is very clever about what he leaves behind on me too. Running late I put on the first pair of pants I could find only to discover a dark, crusty spot when I scratched my thigh. Sure it blended in, which is how I missed it in the first place, but how can I feel like a compentent adult knowing there is a mysterious substance located on my person that I am hoping doesn't start to smell? Plus there are the nice things I never wear. Anything that has to be dry cleaned is in storage and I look at my wool sweaters and silk tops like I am Ingrid Bergman leaving Humphrey Bogart in "Casablanca". Everytime I see a well dressed woman with kids in tow I want to ask her "Are those kids yours or for show because you look clean". Although why anyone would walk around with fake kids is beyond me. Maybe us mom's look cooler than we think. Lesson has been learned though-all clothes get washed by default so no secret crusty spots. Of course that leads me to more laundry. Good thing I love my son to pieces or he would be in a hazmat suit labeled "beware-leaks constantly".