Chores?

My house is a mess and there's nothing I'm doing about it.

I'm not proud. No, it's more like I'm trying to come to terms with it and I thought getting it out in the open might help. Take exhibit A, for example. There I sat, trying to fold the 3 loads of laundry I had just done when Ethan comes over and wants to read a book. He's just so cute, I can't turn him away. The best part is, he doesn't wait for my offer to read-he just plops down onto my lap.

So there the laundry sits.

Along with a million other things that will never come before my sweet boy.