Not so dirty, really.

Now, I don't know if I'm admitting to the greatest social no-no, but if I am I hope you can get past the contents of this post and still be my friend. It's always a bit risky exposing bits of your personal life, but hey - what's life without risk?

Anyways, onto my potential social no-no.

I don't know about you, but I tend to wear my jeans (and jumpers) a couple of times before throwing them in the wash.

Call me lazy (for not putting it in the wash straight away), call me green (for saving water by not needlessly washing still relatively clean jeans) or call me gross, but I just don't see the point in washing jeans that have barely a speck on them. I mean, it's not like I run around the playground and sit in sandpits and make mudpies. I'm an adult who sits in chairs and uses napkins and drinks my tea with my little pinky sticking up.

So, what do I do with the jeans that I have worn once that are not really ready to go in the wash?

Funnily enough, while I don't mind wearing jeans a couple of times before washing them, I do have a bit of a problem with putting them back in the cupboard. Ok - so I have more than a bit of a problem. Even while doing a thorough clean up I just can't bring myself to put them back in the cupboard. I'd rather throw the jeans in the corner, or just put them in the wash. At this point in my life (with a newborn who dishes out the best poo-plosions and a toddler who decides if she would like to be a potty-trained toddler or not for the day), I just don't have the energy for the extra loads of wash. So the jeans stay in a pile in the corner (or under the bed if visitors are coming around).

There has to be a better way.

And, I think this is it.

One side of my daughter's cot. (Eh - I'm sure she doesn't really need it anymore. She's tough enough that the fall won't hurt her.)

What do you think? I got the idea from here (via Pinterest - I have to justify the time I spend on that website!!!)

Are you totally grossed out by this post or are you nodding your head in sympathetic agreement and wondering if you should buy a cot just to use that one side? Actually, a ladder would be a really good way to go as well, but we already had the cot.

Happy Monday everyone! I'm off to enjoy my morning cuppa/mugga.

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