I’m not going to lie—I was drowning way more than when the twins’ mother was around. I even considered trying to find her or taking her to court to force her to pay child support. But I didn’t. I decided to try and figure it out on my own because fighting with my ex didn’t seem so thrilling.
Now, if you’ve ever had toddlers, you know: laundry is part of survival. Having these two meant constant sticky fingers, potty training accidents, muddy socks, yogurt explosions—it doesn’t stop!
I tried to brave it.
For two days, I tried washing everything by hand in the tub. My fingers were raw, my back ached, and I still couldn’t keep up. So, I chose the next best option: I called someone to come and look at the broken machine.
