So, yesterday I FINALLY tackled the literal mountain of laundry to has been sitting here for ages. I washed and dryed 5 or 6 loads and started on folding the - are you ready for this? - 17 loads that have been acculating at the foot of my bed! This included towels, sheets, clothes, blankets, camping gear, costumes - the list goes on and on. Started at 9am. Got everything but Ally's clothes folded and put away by 9pm. 12 hours of just about nothing but laundry! UGH!
Last night, while getting ready for bed, Rick said to be "I really appreciate how hard you worked today and everything you got done. Thanks!" I darn near fell over! Not that he isn't appreciative normally, but not like this. Made me feel good. Kinda gives a warm fuzzy when someone recognizes what you do all day, doesn't it?





