It just took 45 minutes to get clothes on and make a 1 min trip to the mail box and throw in 1 load of laundry and the laundry room is 15 foot from my door! If dd had not been home the whole thing would have been done in 4 minutes flat. Every single step around here is a production, picking clothes (just put on some freaking sweats!), putting on shoes, (just wear the Velcro ones!), getting in the car seat (no you dont need to strap in the doll and you didn't even bring her and NO were not going back up 2 flights of stairs to get her), we finally make it to the mail box at which point she starts having a cow about wanting to visit grandma. I'm sick so I say no and we come back home and I start gathering clothes up to wash... lets just say I'm sure the neighbors must think I'm some horrible mother who must do awful things to there child with the amount of screaming and crying over just trying to get the laundry into the washer... 
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It's amazing how long he can take!
like having to wear a certain shirt or fixing a cuff just-so, are really important to them.
Our lives are easier when I just roll with it when I can. And when I think that, in the not-so-distant-future, they'll be grown, and I can clean the place in an hour again, it somehow doesn't seem so important anymore.

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