Don't answer that. I actually took this picture about 10 days ago and have finally finished folding and put away all of that pile---one problem--the next pile is twice as high and I'm almost out of laundry detergent and fabric softener. I made Brock wear dirty uniform pants to school today and I was o.k. with that. His haircut was clean-cut and he was tucked in and belted---so what's a little dirt and wrinkles on the knees?
Grady praised me for my super-laundress abilities over the last 16 years, but as I literally "put my feet up" on him on the sofa last night he asked me if I was wearing two different socks. After a subtle finger gesture, I asked him if he'd been in the guest room lately. He smiled and said, "you know....the laundry has LAPPED you." He hit the nail on the head. (Just FYI--Grady does not EXPECT me to do the laundry. I do it, b/c I'm scared to death he'll ask me to help with yard work.)
I might never catch up---that is unless anyone wants (for a week or two) two boys, their homework, a real estate biz, 6 months of mail, a law practice, an old dog, and two dieting parents.