My friend Amanda, who I’ve known since high school, and her husband Patrick had plans to visit with an out-of-town friend this past Sunday night. They asked me if their boys (Brayden-3 and Camden-1) could stay here with us. Me being the super nice person that I am said, “Sure!”
Then I looked in the mirror and told myself I had lost my mind. It really wasn’t that bad. They are super cute and my girls had so much fun with them. The only issue I had was getting them to sit still. The four of them fed off of each other’s energy and didn’t stop. They did sit long enough for me to take a picture while they watched Cars.I heard Camryn ask Brayden at least 8 times, “Do you want to sit on my lap?” It was adorable… I think.
So, they had fun and I am still alive. Barely. The girls and I developed a cold Monday afternoon and now I feel so worn out I’m having trouble typing this right now. It’s my excuse for posting about Sunday on Wednesday.
What am I doing right now, you ask?
The girls are in their room because I caught them trying to eat sour cream out of the carton with spoons. I should have let them eat a spoonful, they never would have tried that one again.
So, I took this opportunity to lay down on my bed and watch TV and blog. I’m not completely lazy though, I dumped the clothes that I need to fold and put away on the bed next to me. It makes me feel like I’ve made progress, since they aren’t in the hamper anymore.
One of two things will happen:
I will get the energy and motivation to fold them and put them away, or they will still be there when Joe wants to go to bed and he will put them back in the hamper and we will repeat the process tomorrow.
I hate laundry. I don’t mind washing them, it’s the whole folding and putting away thing that I strongly dislike. Please tell me, how in the world do you keep up with your laundry and get the motivation to keep up with it?