Life Skills II

Tuesday night is football training night, as is Thursday night. Throw in a Sunday match and the occasional saturday match and the end result is a lot of laundry. So.....what is a mother to do? Easy... train the boy in the sacred art of the washing machine. Time to dispel the notion that laundry magically lifts itself from the bedroom floor and in the blink of an eye appears freshly laundered back in the drawer! Contrary to popular belief this sacred art is not confined to womankind!

To be fair to jake, he has been doing his football laundry for six months or so now without prompting.....good lad!

The art is, however, still a complete mystery to Mr LIF ;)

Almost Wednesday, a small wine may be required to smooth my furrowed brow after the rigours of a long, hard day in the office :)