The laundry is the household job that I struggle the most to stay on top of. However I think I may have found a solution (other then declaring every other day a nudie day).
Yesterday Angel Baby wanted me to fix her wand. I had told her that I would do it when Little Man was in bed. As soon as I closed his door she was at my side asking me to help her glue her precious unpainted two dollar shop want back together. I told her I had to do some washing. She did not like this at all and reminded me quite firmly that I had said I would do it when her brother was in bed...yesterday. I said that I had to do the washing but would fix her wand when I had finished (though I don't think I will ever be finished). She told me that she would do it. I said that would be good if she helped me.
"I will do it by myself," she said (again quite firmly) as she showed me out of the lounge room. So I went to set up the glue gun as I felt bad that I had promised to fix it the day before and she was that desperate to get her wand back that she was 'folding' the washing.
A couple of minutes later she emerged and asked me, quite proudly, to come examine her handy work.
And so now one day later the wand is broken, again and the wash is back in the basket waiting to be refolded, again. But at least now I know where to find my folding buddy.
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