I often joke that I had this many kids so that I would have a workforce in my house. Why, I wouldn’t have to lift a finger If I trained them right, now would I?
So in an effort to have a little stay-at-home-mom, bon-bon-eatin’ time, one of the chores that I’ve delegated to my kids is the folding of the laundry.
Cuz we have a TON of laundry.
But for some strange reason they hate to match socks.
So last time I went downstairs to carry up my semi-neatly folded pile of clothes, I had NO socks in my pile!
When I dug a little deeper, hiding behind a bucket was this mountain of unmatched socks that the little rascals had been tossing in a corner.
Like I wouldn’t notice at some point?