But then, as I round the entrance into my kitchen I lose the ability to maintain my attempt at good spirits because I am faced with my second job.
Laundry. It looms large in my house. There are piles, upon piles. Dirty, clean, waiting to be folded, folded. You name it, we got it.
Three men in one house equals a boatload of laundry.
Notice how my son (he shall remain
un-named, but he knows who he is) changes from one pair of gym shorts, just dropping them where he took them off, as he slides on another pair. Who said girls are the fashionistas?
So the questions remains - should I or shouldn't I?
|Laundry or ice cream?|
|I guess I shouldn't but I did!|