Laundry waits for no woman.

Despite (or maybe because of)┬áthe fact that everyone in the house has bronchitis/pneumonia the laundry mountain keeps growing, and the daily loads need to be done. Today while I was folding the laundry at the table, Martha took the role of supervisor. Apparently I did okay, because when I was done she clapped her hands and said “Yay Mumma, good job! Me you high five!” Its a good day when a 2yo approves of your laundry skills.