To me... I see a lot of work. Hours of sorting, washing, folding, dripping dry, putting in drawers and hauling loads up and down the stairs.
To them... they see quicksand, a hidout, a soft spot to rest, soft things to throw around, undergarments to put on their head and walk around the house growling like tigers, and endless giggles.
I have to remember to try harder to see what they see.
Monday, March 2, 2009
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If you could somehow package and market piles of laundry as a child's toy, you'd be a rich woman. That is one of the most enjoyed items in our house, enjoyed by Sarah not by me.
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