Confessions of my laundry room

I have a confession to make, I'm severely behind on my laundry. There is a minimum of 7 loads sitting in my hallway. Chances are, once I finish the 7 loads of laundry it'll take me at least another 7 days to fold it all and put it away. Pre-Lily, I could get away with wearing the same pj pants for a week straight. No longer is that possible because Lily always seems to hit my pants when she spews milk. This girl seriously has aim! With this many loads of dirty laundry and sparse dress drawers, my definition of "clean" vs. "dirty" has become a bit skewed. As long as it hasn't been pooped or peed on and the spit-up is not white or crusty, the pants or shirt are fair game! A little spritz of something to hide the sour milk smell and you're good to go. :)

(PS - for those of you who are judging me, my front door is wide open, the laundry room is to your left. And while you're in there, could you also clean-out the cat box? Thanks.)