Pants. And laundry super powers.

So I have to admit, I fell asleep last night thinking about what my next post would be about. Lame. It was a step up however... I usually fall asleep thinking about how much laundry I still have yet to do. I am convinced that laundry is one of my powers. I have the ability to know exactly how many times my pants have been worn and what kind of kid slime can be found on them, thus determining the need to wash them or not.

Speaking of pants and laundry I have two thoughts. (Probably more though I don't know what they are). Pants. I have come to realize they are completely unnecessary articles of clothing to little boys. In fact, I am certain they are novelty items only; to be worn only when leaving the house. Or when snow is falling. (my two boys are currently outside in nothing but tshirts and undies) I, like many SuperMoms, post ridiculous amounts of photos of my littles on a Facebook and I have heard not less than a dozen times about my boys not wearing pants. Eh. Why fight the inevitable? Besides, it's that much less laundy. Which brings me to my next thought. (see how I did that? I was born to blog!)
Laundry!!! Gah... my most tedious and dreaded chore. BUT I found a way to cut my folding in HALF!! HALF!!!! SUPER POWER! (da da-da DUH!)  How you ask? Easy. I don't fold half of it. :-)  I throw all of my kids clothes into a laundry basket and then they shove it into their drawers.  
I used to fold it all. And put it away. Every day.  But then my kids started dressing themselves and the clothes ended up all crazy! So I would refold and put them back away. Until lunch, when one spilled a drop of juice and had to change his/her entire outfit. Repeat, repeat, repeat until I lose my mind. (I have been slowly accumulating my super powers. Some take longer than others) Now, they all dress themselves and I can fall asleep wondering when my husband will put his laundry away. (some kids are harder to raise/train than others).

SO this is my life. Pants. And laundry. And spilled grape juice that has been sitting on the table since I started this post. I guess since I can hear the ants formulating a battle plan to conquer the liquid gold, I better wrap this up and clean the juice. And then, you  know, be a SuperMom and all that.

Be blessed.