I had an internal fight about this. Laundry? Or Boys? Or Laundry? OH THE LAUNDRY!
But will it matter, in 20, 30, or 40 years, to my boys that their clothes were sorted and neatly folded in the drawers? Or will it matter more that their mother played and sang songs with them at the piano?
Ezra was extra fussy, so into the moby he went. He loved it! He kicked and squealed. I only played for 10 minutes, and then we all did laundry together, with boys floating in and out as their attention span allowed.
Then baths and bed.
Just ten minutes.
So much more than laundry was done this evening. The dishes? Well, friends, there is always tomorrow.
|From July 2011|