Sunday, March 4, 2012


I have a confession.. I  stink at laundry.. specifically folding laundry.  Yes I started helping my mom fold laundry at a very early age and have mastered  folding jeans, shirts, towels- you name it (okay maybe not the fitted sheet to my beds) but I can't seem to get to the folding.  On any given day (with rare exception) you can walk into my laundry room and find a large pile of unfolded clean laundry.   This has been a problem for me for a long back to my college days when I was trying to juggle working a full time job, a part time job, and going to school pretty much full time. Folding laundry always was last priority and many times it just didn't happen.  Fast forward 10 years... I am now juggling 2 kiddos, a husband, a full time job and all of my other responsibilities and again folding laundry is last priority.  This year I made a New Year's resolution that I was going to fold the laundry as soon as it came out of the dryer every time this year... it lasted about two days.  My problem is that I would rather spend the little time that I have playing with Liv and Nate or reading the newest Vince Flynn book or making cards or... okay about anything but folding laundry.  But the pile can only get so big before it has to be dealt with so on Saturday Scott and I sat down and spent almost 2.5 hours folding laundry... yes it had gotten a little out of control.  Maybe they have a support group out there for people like me until then I will keep my laundry room door shut and play with these little darlings: