another one of those weekends where, when you come to the end of it, you are more exhausted than you are at the end of a week.

I have 3 sons and a husband.  The children are at the  "make noise for the rest of our lives" stage.  Two of them are at the "run round and round the house till you can't run anymore" stage.

I can't even begin to tell you the number of loads of laundry I do in a week/weekend.  Let's see, this last week was kind of busy so I didn't start laundry until Friday night.  By yesterday evening, I had done something like 6 loads of laundry.

Today, I have done 9 loads.  By my estimation, I have somewhere, in the neighborhood of 7 more loads.  That is 22 loads of laundry for a week!!!!!!!  (not that I think you can't do math - I'm just as shocked as you at the total).

And you know what, 3 of the 5 people in this house, don't have a care in the world because when they open their dresser the clean cloths are always there.  They just magically make it from the laundry sorters back to their dresser.

I cannot wait until they can start folding and putting away laundry.  I also can't wait until they can do the dishes, vacuum the house, dust the house...........my time of living in the lap of luxury is a mere few years away (what can I say, my idea of luxury is not having to carry the burden of the housework, on my shoulders).

Needless to say, it is Sunday evening.  Hubby is out in the living room watching a movie.  The washing machine and dryer are running in the room across the hall.  I am here, in the "spare" room, on the computer and looking at those laundry sorters.  The kids are supposed to be asleep, in the room next door, but they are fighting it.  And the extended king bed, in our room, is slowly chanting my name and calling me to come lay my head down on my pillow.

Relaxing thought broken by the sound of our youngest, screaming like a banshee.....