My life is incredibly exciting. Tuesdays are certainly no exception, as it’s laundry day and every other Tuesday is particularly special because it’s sheet washing day. Thrilling doesn’t truly capture the essence of my days.
So I stripped my bed yesterday, carefully scooped up the sheets and pillowcases and made my way to the laundry room. My children, trained for such moments with their rapt attention to sheet-removal and washing machine basin filling with water sounds, stealthily made their way into my bedroom. They know my rule, the one about no jumping on mommy’s bed with her very fancy bedspread that if soiled or damaged, will make her cry rule.
I didn’t immediately hear them, but could hear the tell-tale giggles coming from my bedroom as soon as I closed the laundry room door.
It’s also against the rules to jump on mommy’s bed EVER, but that rule doesn’t go into effect until after I take a picture or twenty.