Why is it that when doing laundry, the only piece of clothing to ever fall on the floor while making the transfer from washer to dryer, is underwear?
I have decided that all those people that bought my kids loud, obnoxious toys because they either hate me, or thought they were being funny are, in fact, not so bad. Here is why: Those toys have NOTHING on a certain DVD. I won't mention the name because it might just be wrapped up in a nice fat bow for your kid's next birthday, or even better - when your walking around Target and you see it looking all cute you might even dig your own grave and buy the unsuspecting DVD for your own kid. But I tell you this, that DVD has made me cry tears of joy everytime one of my kids starts pushing buttons on that damn ABC snail....
And also, my littlest bundles of joy have figured out how to get me to bust ass around the house.....Nothing is more annoying to me that when they are "helping" me but doing the exact opposite.
I mean, it is cute when B helps put laundry in the dryer. He knows what he is doing, and does it. It is cute when B sets the table, and on and on. I can't throw Harlee in the mix because she is less than helpful with all things......
But I notice lately that nothing motivates me to load and unload the dishwasher in 45 seconds like seeing Harlee crawling at the speed of light towards it.......And likewise, I can fold an entire basket of laundry if I hear him start coming down the hall, in about 24 seconds.
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