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I HATE LAUNDRY!! Never in its existence has anyone hated laundry as much as I hate it. You have noticed that the above picture is not laundry that is because I Hate laundry so much I won't even take its picture. Well that and I am embarrassed to show how long I have let my laundry go because I hate it so much.

Why do I hate it so much. . . I have no idea. Even when laundry facilities have been in my own home I have hated every second of doing it. Is there a name for my condition? I am sure there is but I will not dignify laundry to find out.

So my question is is there a cure? Are there people who have found complete satisfaction in laundry? If so what is the secret? Is there a meditation that I need to do before I start separating my clothes? Is there something I can take to make me forget the entire laundry experience once I am done?(I am not condoning illegal drug use). If you have found peace and joy in the cleaning of clothes please tell me your secret. Right now I am close to tossing it all and buying new clothes whenever we run out of clean ones. (Thank heavens we are poor because if we were rich I think I could make us poor really fast).

He looks sweet doesn't he?

I had a conversation with my sister-in-law last night. We were wondering if all boys were as prone to torture as Sammy and her son are.

Sam loves to tease! He finds out what annoys you and then does it over and over again until you crack. Then he gets a look on his face like he is totally satisfied with his efforts.

I used to watch two little girls. Because my car is a tiny korean wonder I couldn't fit everyone in it to pick Holly up from school. I would load Sam and Rachel up in a double stroller everyday and then head out. Sam and Rachel argued over who got to sit in front. Well Sam argued whenever it wasn't his turn to sit in front. If he was in back he would spend his time tapping Rachel in the head or kicking under her chair or pushing her with his feet in her back. When I would ask him to stop he would get a slight smile on his face and wait until I started walking again to begin tormenting her. There was only so much I could do. I couldn't threaten him with getting out because that is what he wanted and then I would spend the entire walk trying to keep him from running in the street which is his other favorite thing to do besides tormenting people.

He does have a sweet side. The other day he proved to me that he does listen to me sometimes. It was really early morning. He was wide awake and I was. . . not. I put Sam in bed with me and he sat next to me and wiggled while I tried to sleep a little. I scratched my nose and Sam looked at me very seriously and said "Mom don't pick your nose. DON"T". So he does listen. Actually I am sure he is listening all of the time he just selects what he thinks is doable.

Here we come to help and share.

a few weeks ago Holly decided it was her turn to do family night.

She got us together we sang a song and read a story from her friend. Then we played a game called "helping and sharing". It was Holly's idea and she had been thinking about it for a week. We played Hide and go seek except after the counter finished counting they said "Helping and sharing, here I come to help and share." Then when the counter found the first hider he/she gave the hider a barbie. It was so fun.

I love having a five-year old.