11.3.11

I was going to love nothing more tonight that curling up with a hot cup of tea, staring at three baskets of laundry and willing them to be folded, and then taking some Tylenol PM and heading to bed.


So I made that hot cup of tea, and I sat in the playroom, wishing with all my might that those baskets would fold themselves. 


And then this happened.

And I loved nothing more.