Every. Single. Day.
This is my morning routine.
Push in the couch cushions.
Pick up the pillows and blankets off the floor.
And refold all the blankets.
Every. Stinking. Day.
Sometimes 3 times a day.
The weekends drive me bonkers.
But I suppose it is fair play. Usually the moms curse comes into play but in this one, I'm sure my dad is laughing his butt off.
Because I distinctly remember him folding all the blankets in the house over and over.
And mumbling the entire time..."I hope you have one just like you!"
Well dad. I have three paybacks and I'm constantly folding their stupid blankets.
And remove the curse!
Boys, I hex you children just like you one day that they never know how to fold a blanket.
And I'm going to laugh at you!
Just like my dad is laughing at me. lol