Laundry. My arch enemy. My nemesis. Did I mention... not my favorite chore! When I do a load a day, and keep on top of it, it isn't so bad. However, these last couple of weeks, I've been so busy that laundry is LAST on the list. So I have to take a day every once in a while and try to "catch up" if that's even possible. I took all the laundry up to my bed to get it all folded, and half-way through that adventure, Bryson came upstairs to see what I was up to. I was trying to separate all the socks so that I could have one of the girls pair them up as one of their chores. Well, Bryson and I proceeded to have a sock fight. It was really funny. We were both laughing so hard throwing socks at each other. Once we had finished throwing socks everywhere, we gathered them up and I piled them on top of him. We had a great time, but all good things must come to an end... soon it was bedtime, and time for me to finish folding that stinkin' laundry. I still haven't caught up. I'm not sure I ever will. But I will definitely have a sock fight with anyone who wants to!
4 comments:
That sounds like fun! I'm sure he'll never forget his sock fight with his mom.
Oh, how funny! Mason loves socks too.
Tim always throws his socks at Masons head and she just laughs and hands them back to him so that he can do it again.
You are a fun mom! Love the sock fight!
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