Yesterday, I spent the morning at the laundromat thanks to a broken washer at our house.Henry and I dropped Joshers off at preschool and decided to see if Olivia wanted to join in on the excitement.
They spent their time running around and acting like a bunch of maniacs. Olivia tried to teach Henry how to do a cartwheel--she was unsuccessful--and he showed her how he stands on his head.
He also tried to quiz her on what type of guns his plastic army men were holding. He didn't understand why she didn't get any of them right. Clearly Gretchen isn't teaching her girls the important things in life!
I actually don't really mind the laundromat. It's terrible having to lug the baskets in and out, but I get a bit of down time and walk away with every last piece of dirty laundry washed and folded in an hour or two.
It's a lovely feeling!
Even better, my washer is now fixed and I have absolutely nothing to wash!
