Laundry Duty.

I have been behind on laundry.  In our house, if we don't do laundry for a couple days, it really adds up.  And, it has been longer than a couple days. 

We have not seen our loveseat in quite some time, as it has been swallowed by a massive heap of clean, unfolded clothing.  I finally stayed up last night, folding, and folding, and folding.  Although I put a lot of it away, the loveseat was still covered in laundry-- just now it was folded and sorted into piles.

Jeff and I were moving slowly this morning.  The girls were happily playing in the living room, so I lounged in bed for as long as they would let me.  When I finally got my lazy self up and peeked into the living room I saw that a few of my nice neat piles were strewn all over the floor.  I would have reacted to this in a stern, but "ah well, it was worth the little bit of extra sleep" way... until I saw Olive's naked tush.

"Olive!  You are not wearing a diaper!  Oh no!  Did you pee pee on the floor?"

Ivey answered for her, "Yes.  She did.  But, I cleaned it up."

I took in one deep, meditative breath and asked her, "What did you use to clean it up?"

"These clothes right here."  She replied, matter-of-factly.

Sigh.

So much for trying to get caught up.