Not. Folding. It.

It took everything I had to take it out of the dryer. I’m not folding it.

The kids have been out of school all week. That means they’ve been with me. Next to me. All week. Yesterday we cleaned the house twice and its already dirty enough to require an apology.

I brought them to the science center. We rode the light rail, then the PATH train to “The New York City.”(Lucas – cute, right?) We rode on scooters and made chalk drawings with the neighbors. We had friends over, we visited friends. We Facetimed, wiped, bathed, cried, spent too much time ignoring each other and way too much time communicating.

Every meal they ate was prepared by me.

And I was working, emailing, standing in front of undergraduates, fending off texts and tweets.

So last night I drank a bottle of wine, because it was Thursday and I deserved it, goddamn it. And today, right now, I’m not folding that laundry. I’m not.

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Mel Kozakiewicz a professor, editor, writer, and mother of two.

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