Now I Remember.....

I usually save laundry folding for when the boys are both in bed. Mister is a big helper, but sometimes forgets that things, once folded, don't stay that way if you knock into them. And now Pumpkin is my new official "un-fold everything you get folded" boy. I never get far on laundry when they're around, or if I do, I inevitably fold all my laundry only to have Mister crash into it in a game of rough-housing.

For some reason, I thought today would be different, and it was in a way. I didn't have any problems keeping the folded laundry folded. I got through an entire load with no complications or reminders to not do somersaults near the neatly folded piles. I even mentally congratulated myself on having such well-behaved boys. Haha. But as I was bringing the second half of a big load of laundry into my bedroom to be folded I noticed Mister sitting in the middle of the first half piled on my bed blowing his nose into the clean laundry! I wasn't able to determine exactly which piece he dirtied (of course, they were all whites) so I had to just pick up all the pieces in the area and dump them back into the laundry room to be washed again. Then I remembered why I ususally leave this chore until the end of the night....