OK. I am eating my words of a few posts ago. There was a strange sound coming from the little room off of my family room. "What was it?" I wondered. With a sheepish smile, my oldest proclaimed that she had thrown a load of laundry in the washer. I paused to catch my breath. Laundry being done without my initiative? Couldn't be true! I guess miracles do happen. Now if only the laundry fairy would take care of the growing mountain of laundry still sittting there.
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Looks like the laundary fairy comes in the form of wonderful daughters! Days like these make me happy to be a Mom!
I had a reason. I needed my soccer shorts for yesteredays game. I will admit to being completly obliviouse to the rest of the laundry that suposedly needed to be done.
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