We do a lot of laundry and while I have chronicled many of the reasons for the ridiculous amount  (look here) I’ve never really owned up to the fact that I’m terrible at actually doing the laundry (John does most of it) and my plethora of excuses for not getting it done.

Here is one of them…

…how can I fold laundry…

… when this cutie is playing in the middle of it?

It’s way more fun to play peekaboo…

…and where’s Waldo!

Which is why my husband is upstairs finishing folding that pile of laundry -Thank you honey!