I think the bottles are multiplying

There is nothing I despise more than washing then remaking bottles. It is a never ending task. Seven bottles a day, seven days a week for a year. That comes to 2,555 bottles washed, dried, put away, reassembled, and filled with milk in one year. Part of the reason I despise doing the bottles is because it is the only mandatory thing we really must do every day.

I mean, think about it. If you don't do a load of laundry, eventually you run out of clothes. Is that the end of the world? Nah, you can always recycle and claim the stain on the front of your kids shirt occurred in the car on the way to school.

You didn't take the trash out at night. Will that bring things to a standstill? Your kitchen may be filled with the not so fresh aroma from the diaper stuffed in the trash that is filled with the black beans you regret giving your two year old the day before, but you've smelled worse. You'll just open a window.

You didn't make up your bed. Big flippin deal. No one is going to see your bed and you'll just mess it up again tonight anyway. The way you see it, you are just saving a step for tonight.

You didn't wash dishes. That's what that stack of paper plates in the pantry is for.

You didn't go to the grocery store. Well, that works ok since you don't have any clean dishes to cook or clean off of. Which to do tonight--Chinese or Mexican? You quickly decide on Mexican since there are no frozen margaritas with the cute salt rim at the Chinese restaurant.

You didn't mow the grass. You'll just pile the Homeowners Association love note with the others and call someone to come mow it in the morning.

The kids didn't get a bath. You'll just throw them in the swimming pool tomorrow. That should knock off some of the dirt while they get out some energy. Heck, you might even try to get some sun so that people stop screaming of horror when you wear shorts and your legs seem to be a radioactive shade of white.

You didn't dust. Have you ever dusted? Why did I even put this on the list?

You didn't do the ironing. You mother ironed. You aren't even sure where your iron is.

Seriously, I went through every "chore" that we could possibly have to do in a household and the only one that is a "you must do" is making a bottle. Everything else is just a "nice to have." But bottles, you have to have clean bottles, prepared bottles or your baby goes hungry or sick. This is a non negotiable task. This must be done at all costs. Anything else can wait.