So am I, buddy.

So. A few nights ago was LAUNDRY NIGHT. That would be the night when I could no longer ignore the pile of laundry that needed to be folded.

Got it sorted. Laid out. Hung, and resorted into piles that needed to go into the respective childrens' rooms.

Got it all into Porter's room. He was in bed, reading. Would give me the cute little smile of his when I entered into the room, but was mostly into his book.

Then it was time to go into Jensen's room. He was also in his bed, reading happily. My first trip, the pants trip, he informed me that, from this point on, every time I went into his room, I had to give him a hug. Twist my arm. He didn't notice that the underwear trip became the underwear trips, as I began to bring the pairs of underwear in one by one. Same with the shirts.

Every time I walked in, his little face lit up, and his arms reached for me. Big hugs. Lots of giggles. And that smile. The one that melts me instantly- I got that one, every time.

The last trip, he said to me, "Mom... I sure am glad that I made up this rule."

So am I, buddy. So am I.