What do you get when you cross two weeks' worth of laundry and no time to fold a lick of it?
The world's largest laundry basket. Fools that we are, we thought its only use was as a crib.
The last two weekends and days in between have been so jam-packed that, while I've managed to keep up with washing clothes, I have failed miserably at folding them and putting them away. Thank goodness David hasn't gotten around to taking the thing down or I may have had to take over one of the bathtubs.
Tater Tot woke up a couple of nights ago with a stomach bug and I'm at home with him today. In addition to refilling his cup with Sprite and keeping a plate of crackers near him, my goal is to find the bottom of that crib if it kills me. Which, as I'm sure you'd agree from the picture, just might happen.