Mount Washmore Never Dies

I had this brief, beautiful moment yesterday when the laundry basket was actually empty.

Mount Washmore Never Dies

I even took a picture because it felt historic.

Twenty-four hours later and somehow we’ve generated enough dirty clothes to outfit a small village. I’m starting to think the kids are secretly running a clothing rental business out of their rooms.

Marcus asked if I needed help folding. Sweet man. As if the folding is the hard part. It’s the putting away that breaks my soul.