Aash at Home

I take a look at the laundry basket and all I want to do is run - run away from the overflowing basket. Sigh! But there is no way from escaping this life-size silent colorful monster. One by one I start picking up each item, the four piles (categorized by kid) of folded clothes are getting taller but the clothes inside the basket don't seem to be reducing much. How is this possible? While I am still figuring that out, N runs over to my piles and starts unfolding all my hard work. Ugh! He is then trying very unsuccessfully to wear A's shorts. I let him carry on, at least it buys me a few more minutes to fix the damage that was done. I really start to focus on this daily folding project of mine and trying very hard to ignore the tiff between A and Y. Please God - let it resolve on its own!  Too late - it is now a full blown fight with tears and shouting. The issue is that A is quickly putting on Y's socks that Y doesn't want him to wear.  I tell Y to share, but he