I hate it when I haven't even finished doing the laundry and there is already more to do. I dislike that almost as much as I dislike throwing a piece of trash into a freshly emptied garbage can. It's the cycle of a mother's life I suppose.
I checked "laundry" off my to-do list anyway. Although it was a small light check and not the large bold check I was planning to use before I noticed the new dirty laundry.
The kids headed back to school this morning with a spring in their step and I headed back to work at the preschool. And it was while I was playing balloon toss with one of the kids that I said under my breath to no one in particular, "I miss my kids."
So it's no surprise to me that as I downloaded the Christmas pictures this afternoon, this was hands down my favorite.
This is my husband reading the Christmas Story to my kids right before going to bed on Christmas Eve.
I love that man and I love those kids.
I must. Because they are the ones responsible for all that dirty laundry!