A few days ago my goal was to fold the laundry (some of which had been washed and sitting on the family room floor for two days). I actually completed washing everything in our hampers and then brought the laundry upstairs to fold. Four hours and one mini-meltdown later (I never thought there would be a time in my life where I would cry because I just wanted to fold the laundry) the clothes were still spread over the floor and I was letting both babies scream while I built a train track for Michael.
I never did fold the laundry. David did it for me on the one night he got home early ("early" meaning 10 p.m. Sigh. Curses on tax season).
And now I am taking a mental break to blog for the first time in a month, holding Leah on my lap and typing with a split screen so Michael can watch youtube videos. I have a thousand posts in my head, and only time for a few pictures: