I believe bananas were created to be made into banana bread.

That smell they give off as they bake in the oven is like no other. And the moment it comes out of the oven, the impatience mounts as I try to judge what is "too soon" to take it out of the pan and when it's "just right" to cut that first slice.

​My answer is always : IMMEDIATELY!

I don't know about you, but I LOVE the heel of bread slathered in butter...must have gotten that from my momma, cause she's about the only other one I know who does that!

You'd think that my enthusiasm and love for banana bread meant that I love bananas.

Quite the opposite it true, however.

I've never been one to peel open a banana and take a big bite out of it.

I've never been able to stomach the idea of banana pudding.

And bananas foster? Sounds amazing, and impressive, but honestly, I'm not a fan of that either.

BUT BANANA BREAD HAS MY HEART!

I've seen a hundred different recipes for banana bread and I feel like i've tried them all. Some are too "banana-y", some are too dry, some are too oily, some are "too healthy," etc etc.

​Over the years, I have unintentionally tested and tried lots of recipe and have come up with my all time favorite.

***A little personal disclaimer...I am NOT a food blogger, nor a professional recipe tester. Just a momma who loves banana bread that thought I would share with her corner of the world so you could enjoy it as much as I do.***

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I'm convinced our laundry hampers have magical powers.

Multiplying powers. Vanishing powers. And powers that allow moms to feel overwhelmed that the job is never completed! 

Several years ago, a friend of mine texted me, wanting to get our kids together to play.

I only had one child at the time, she had 3, and I replied, "I'm up to my eyeballs in laundry. Maybe another day." 

And then she said something that completely baffled me.

She replied back with, "I do laundry everyday, so it doesn't ever get that bad."

Every day? That sounded terrible.

As a working wife, no kids, I had ONE day for laundry. I just knocked it out, load after load.

It was folded and put away before bedtime. Granted, my loads consisted of "whites" "darks" and "towels" or  "sheets" (depending on the week) at that point in my life.

My laundry routine continued into life with one child.

One day a week...laundry done! No need to think about it till next week.

(I guess I should mention that I was cloth diapering our son at the time...so I actually did laundry more frequently...but it was just diapers). 

Then child #2 arrived, and I felt laundry day starting to become quite stressful.

Not only were we adding an extra load into the mix, but with 2 kids, I stopped hearing the washer when it stopped.

I didn't switch over to the dryer as quickly as I once did.

The loads were piling up.

I wasn't getting them folded and put away before bedtime, and often at 10pm when we wanted to crawl into bed for the night, our sheets were in a ball on our bed...next to the darks.

And then those wise words of my friend entered my mind..."I do laundry everyday."

Oh the wisdom of a mother of 3. They see things that mothers of 1 (and even 2) don't see.

​I jumped from 2-4 kiddos, so, I guess I can't claim getting that wisdom!

Enter the "Everyday Laundry Routine."

​(I promise this isn't as terrible as it sounds)

No one told me the harsh truth of becoming a new mom. 

No one warned me how many tears would be shed those first few months, turn years.

No one gave me the heads up that at times, I would feel like the most selfish, incapable parent on the planet.

No one thought to mention that the one thing that I'd hoped for all my life would actually make me feel like a crazy person.

No one wants to bash the hopes and dreams of a mom to be.

No one wants to talk about how motherhood can bring out certain sin struggles that we never knew existed.

​No one really wants to be the bearer of bad news.

So, I learned the hard way...