This morning, Eldest came to me declaring he had no school pants. Now I'm not above admitting that I have laundry to do, but I'm no further behind than usual.
So this morning, in an effort to improve my mood, I am still cleaning the rat trap my children call a room. What do I find in Eldest's bed but five pair of dirty school pants.
Gee, I wonder why I didn't get them washed and put back into his closet?
This from the child who throws clean clothes in the laundry.