The Kids are Going Down!

Our life is in this crazy whirlwind of kids, sports, school, church...yadda yadda... We all have the too full calendar with a rainbow swirl of pen and pencil markings staring us in the face every morning screaming, "You better get it together and 'x' some of this stuff off your to-do list, guuurrrl!!" (Lol!) So my hubby and I are perplexed: all day wrestling tournaments (and I mean 10 hours, all day people) and practices everyday for multiple children, crammed in with all the regular stuff has us trying to cram in our house work --like college students studying for that chemistry final they put off  till the very last...way too last minute.

Eeek!
 

And right here I am blessed to give a shout out to John's momma and his four (yes I said 4!!) sisters. John is the oldest of seven and, he the 1st born son to his family, was shortly followed by his four lovely sister, and finally after years of wondering if he'd be the onliest one, at the age of 16, another boy was born......oh, and a couple years later, another.

So back to the girls... I fully believe that John's manly, full of testosterone self was some how softened with these four sweet beauties he helped care for. Needless to say, John is a man who will do housework, and do it right! You know what I'm saying girls!! (Lol!!)

He, because I was still at the oldest boy's tournament, started the laundry for me. **add adoring awwwhhsss here!**So I finally get home and he is upstairs folding laundry (with his one arm, may I remind you) when the following conversation takes place:

John: (with a tad bit of anger and a great amount of annoyance)  We've got to do something about these kids! This is ridiculous!
Me: What now? (I calmly ask because I have 3 boys and really nothing surprises me anymore)
John: Their clothes! (He throws down one of the boys' t-shirt to the bed) We need to figure out a punishment for them!
Me: For what?
John: Leaving their clothes inside out! (he says with a great huff)
Me: (laughing loudly!) Welcome to my world! I'll teach you what I do? (I say slyly leaning into his ear with my top secret information) Fold 'em that way!
John: (Looks at me like I've asked him to eat a sandwich w/o the bread)
Me: Seriously, they eventually start turning them right side out and I never have to yell, or complain, or discipline. You just have to overcome your own 'OCD' tendencies and fold 'em that way (I smile).
John: Hm. (which in man language means, "Brilliant!") LOL!

The kids better watch out because momma and the one armed daddy are teaming up like never before and taking these kids down one silent act of parenting at a time!! *wink wink*

Note: The children do have chores: bathrooms, garbage, yard work, vacuuming, and dusting. But we do not let them touch the washer just yet as we feel this would turn into some kind of brothers-in-cahoots-mastermind-experiment that could only go badly for everyone! lol!