Five weeks ago, daddy left us for a long business trip. That meant mommy was the only one in charge of everything.
Uh, hello? Is this a good thing?
You ask the kids…..they’d probably say yes. Kid friendly meals, watching TV in jammies during dinner, showers every other night…..you get the picture.
You ask me and I’d disagree.
So while I've been taking up the slack being the only adult at home, some things slid.
The clothes are clean…..with laundry detergent, I promise. But nothing has been folded or put away for, uh, five weeks.
My mother would be so proud.
Oh wait, no she wouldn't.
Each day has been spent going on a treasure hunt in the depths of the baskets to find clean clothes to wear.
I got a bit weary of the challenge…….so caved in tonight and folded it all.
Also didn’t want daddy coming home to this…..
Didn’t think he’d find the hide and seek game quite so amusing.
As suggested by some of my wonderful co-workers, I enlisted the help of the six and under crowd.
For some reason, folding clothes can be fun when you are young. If only they knew.
Despite the assistance from over-eager helpers, it’s all folded
and put away.
Guess what’s in my baskets now?