don't you wish...

your laundry pile was as big as mine?
A toddler with the stomach bug + a husband slammed at work + a woman who was never on top of the laundry anyway = a pile of clothes stretching to the chandelier waiting to be folded.

Chica and I shared a giggle of how large it has grown, but the time for laughing is over. I'm going in bloggers. If you don't hear from me in the next 90 hours, send help.