Laundry is the best Sunday activity

...of all time.  Seriously.  I adore doing laundry.  I did what felt like 18 loads today, but really, I think it was maybe 6.  I piled it all on my freshly made bed, turned on an episode of the Gilmore Girls (while waiting for the Rangers/Mariners game to start) and got down to business.  B was my hanger lackey, and it was finished in no time.

I always joke that IF I ever end up in a relationship again, I'll barter for laundry duties...even if I do have to do laundry for stinky, smelly boys.  I'll trade any other duty for laundry duty.  I know...it's a wonder I'm still single.

Anyway, after several loads of laundry, B was really bored, so he asked to go to the pool.  It was intermittently sunny, so I told him to put on a swimsuit, and off we went.  It was hoppin!  There were a ton of people there, hanging out and playing water volleyball.  B armed himself with water guns and went into battle.  The problem is that nobody else realized they were in danger of attack.

It might've made it that much more entertaining.

I sat there, watching him attack while checking the updates on the Rangers game.  I made friends (surprise, surprise) with some of the other residents, and as I sat there, I thought to myself, "It makes way more sense to have an end of season pool party than a laser tag adventure."

See, as the team mom (self-proclaimed, obviously), it's become my duty to set up a something for the boys for their hard work.  And I've been thinking laser tag for forever...but now I'm thinking pool party because it's an undetermined length of time.  People can come and go as they please...and that sounds way more fun.

Okay, then.  Thanks for helping me make my decision easier.

After the pool, B and I rinsed off and then decided we were going to work out.  Oh man...I don't know who was more zapped after the attempt to make my thighs skinny: me or him.

It's never a dull moment when he's around, that's for sure.

The good news is that I can see differences...in all aspects of my life, really.  And that totally has to be a good thing.

Aubs