My goal this weekend is to tackle the laundry. I'm sure some of you are thinking that it can't be that bad. Let me explain. Last night, I had to do one load of laundry simply because Forrest had nothing to wear. I mean nothing. At least nothing clean. Which, you know, if I don't wear clean shirts, no one knows... wait, was that to much information? I swear I don't run around every day in dirty clothes... just... you know... sometimes....when the laundry is backed up... you know... because I have a kid and I've been sick.... that's normal... right? Anyways... so I did a load of laundry (actually, Forrest transfered them from washer to dryer because I was in bed exhausted). That said, I have GOT to do laundry this weekend. Which beckons the question. How bad has the laundry situation gotten at your house? I'm contemplating taking the laundry to a laundermat so I can wash everything at one time and dry everything at one time. That's how bad it is.
Anyways... I haven't posted a picture of the lil' man quite a while, here's one post-traumatic haircut (I still haven't blogged about it because I'm just not there emotionally... let's just say it involved a lady who barely spoke english, some scissors, and massive amounts of sobbing and tears by me) and then one of my two men in the snow a few weeks ago.