This past week, Monica and I have been held hostage by the evil force known as laundry. Unfortunately, the Grub Files post that was promised was a necessary casualty during this difficult time. Luckily, I did manage to snag a few moments here and there to put together a great update. I will publish it tomorrow in honor of Monica's seven month birthday. For now, see below, where Monica helps me battle the never ending horrors:
Monica: Umm, Mom, why do I have to be the one to fold Dad's underwear?
Me: I don't know, sweetheart, those are just the rules. Your grandmother made Aunt Kimmy and I fold our dad's underwear, and now you must fold your father's underwear. Those are just the rules of family laundry. Good luck, and godspeed.
|Are we STILL doing this SAME chore? Ugh! Boring!|
|For real, Mom, this has been going on for days...literally, DAYS!|
|That's it, I'm taking charge and breaking us out of this laundry rut!|
|Hahaha, I declare, this laundry WILL be conquered!|
We barely escaped unscathed. Luckily, I think the worst is behind us, and all that remains is the final challenge: Getting JK to put his laundry away instead of throwing it all over the floor. Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers that the entire project comes to a quick resolution, so we can return to your normally scheduled Grub Files. Thank you for your patience!