I have a mountain of laundry I'm slowly chipping away at this morning. The day after sheets and blankets day is the worst - there always seems to be excess clothes!
Aside from the laundry detail, it's been a nice, quiet morning. Mini is jammin' to the Backyardigans, and in a few minutes I'll have to wake up Oldest so he can break out the lawnmower. The yard inside the dog fence looks a bit like a contained jungle - time to give it a snip.
I am counting the days until hubby's job ends. We talked about vacation plans last night, and I'm not really sure where we should go. We talked about going to Six Flags, but since hubby hates going on the rides, and Mini is too small for them, that kind of defeats the purpose, in my opinion. So we're still debating.
Today it's demons and laundry for me. Toward the afternoon I have to drag the oldest furbaby into the tub and give him a wash. Oi, the dog is not going to be happy with me when he realizes the bathwater running is for him. (That's not him in the pic, btw. If only my dog was that tiny!)
Not sure what it is, but our dogs seem to have some kind of psychic understanding the minute we start the taps running that they are about to get dunked. Then the war begins. I imagine it will take both me and Oldest to drag Sir Fuzzy Buns into the bathroom. He digs his toenails in when you start guiding him toward the hallway of doom. :P
That's it for me. Time to tackle laundry. Hope you have a snazzy Tuesday!