I blog, therefore I'm avoiding the laundry

I usually post my rantings late at night when everyone else is (finally) asleep. Afternoon posts can mean only one thing. There is a pile of laundry on the courch with my name on it. Why can't someone else's name be on it? Kendall already cleans the bathroom & her own room, rounds up stray dishes & bottles from around the house & empties the dishwasher, makes sure the dogs have water, so I guess I can't make her do the laundry, too. John hates folding laundry even more than I do, and he mows the lawn and takes out the trash (oh, and works all day), so I give him a pass on that one. Maybe I should train WakeLee, from infancy on, to think that folding laundry is an exciting and fun-filled activity. Ya! (And then when we have another baby I will teach that one how fun sweeping and vacuuming is!)