Wednesday, March 16, 2011

There comes a time in every marriage when husband and wife must turn to each other and ask, "How did it come to this?". For Stephen and I, that moment was yesterday when we spotted the enormous mound of dirty laundry on the bathroom floor. Between a week vacation, our building's broken washer, and constantly forgetting to get quarters, we've accumulated about eight loads worth of wardrobe waiting to be washed. And while we feel overwhelmed and full of dispair, Ollie couldn't be more thrilled. He's starting making a game out of it, seeing how far up the pile he can climb before we pull him off and remind him the the 428th time that it is not ok to chew socks.

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