I am blogging tonight for a reason. It isn't to preserve my family history, tell a funny story, vent a difficult day, or philosophize about motherhood. It is to avoid folding laundry. Because really, I rather like huge piles of laundry sitting in the middle of my bedroom floor. If anyone sees them I can claim "abstract art sculpture." I mean folded in the drawer is only the temporary step between pile on my bedroom floor and pile on the kids' bedroom floor and I am all about cutting out the middle man.
Speaking of middle men, my middle son (Ethan) cleared the table, washed the cupboards, and cleaned up the front and living room yesterday for no reason at all. Without being asked. Seriously it was the sweetest thing ever. Today he was in time out for slapping his little brother on the back, but, hey, nobody's perfect.
Speaking of perfection, have I mentioned before how much I enjoy living on the beach? Today was rather hot and after finishing cleaning up the kitchen (every pot and pan I owned may have been dirty) I let the kids go cool off in the water while I sat in the shade of my backyard and read a book. It was lovely and refreshing. I wonder what we are going to do when our house in North Carolina finally sells and we no longer have to rent and so must leave this house for one we own.
Speaking of North Carolina, someone did a pre-offer inspection on the house today. Keep your fingers crossed that they will decide to put down a real life offer! Two years is a long time to wait for your house to sell.
Speaking of 2 years, when my two year old turns 3 next month I am going to begin potty training. Every time I change his diaper I remind him that his birthday signifies the end of diapers and the beginning of underwear. Now he randomly shouts out that he is about to be a big boy and pee in the toilet and wear underwear. This can get awkward in public.
Speaking of underwear, if I don't tackle that laundry tonight, the kids will be forced to claw through it tomorrow in search of their underwear and I might as well transfer the clean laundry directly into the dirty laundry pile. So good night.