I put away all of the laundry!
|don't let the cuteness fool you. two seconds before this he was screaming and bashing me in the head with it (ironic!)|
Turns out that four weeks is the capacity for me trying to expertly grab that one piece of clothing without messing up the whole stack... stepping over piles of clean clothes on the floor (yes, there were stacks on my floor... hey, they made it to the closet... just not in drawers.) Picking up the kids clothes from the hallway and refolding them to put back in the basket (since they used it as a space ship and assumed that all of those folded items must be dirty.)
It took over an hour to go room to room and
Maybe I'll even move on to making that meal plan/grocery list I've been putting off for weeks... (another task I loathe, but realize it's pretty silly to avoid because it takes no more than 20 minutes and saves me an entire week of wondering what on Earth do I make for dinner and why do I keep ordering pizza even though it makes me sick every time?)
Then again.. I already did the whole, putting away the laundry, thing... let's not get too crazy and check off the entire to do list. I'm not Wonder Woman, after all... and my littles are screaming at each other in the bath right now, and arguing over who has the better bath toy. So I'll have my hands full in a second,