When I get home... right after I love on the girls and Tucker. I plan on thanking Grandma. Kissing her feet might be required. Then there is the BBQ plan. Yes Allison, I think Central will be in order. After all that... I plan on walking into my laundry room and hugging and kissing my washer and dryer.
I don't like laundry. Actually I don't like ironing, folding and the general putting away. Mount Washmore has always been my nemesis. China has given me a new perspective. One little boy + rice flavored with saffron that stains EVERYTHING that drops on his shirts + bloody noses + only one pair of pants that fit + one or two potty accidents = a new found love of my beloved washer and dryer. There isn't enough space to hang it all in our room.