t.e.a.m.

There are some chores that I enjoy doing. When I was on bed rest. I would lay in my bed (fancy that? in my bed while on bed rest) and fantasize about vacuuming my living room. Seriously. I missed vacuuming. I also missed being able to bleach the kitchen sink. That's not a chore that I do on some sort of set day or schedule, but it makes my heart happy. It always looks so fresh and smells so clean once it has been done. I almost always ruin the shirt I am wearing when I do it. Just a tiny little dab normally, but enough to ruin the shirt none the less.

One chore that I just don't care much for?

Laundry.

I.strongly.dislike.laundry.

It's not so much the sorting. Or the washing. Or the drying. It's the hanging. It's the folding. It's the putting away that I strongly dislike.

My husband is pretty much a laundry champ. It has always made me feel silly that he is more productive when it comes to getting the laundry sorted, washed, dried, hung, folded and put away than I am. Like I am sort of falling short on my "wife" duties.

Now, thanks to my new laundry buddy...
I am quite the laundry champ also, if I do say so myself.

Madelyn gets bored of it rather quickly...which causes me to work faster.

We are quite the team.

My second grade teacher was right.
Together everyone achieves more.

Thank goodness for laundry buddies.