I am seriously going to lose my mind with this 9 year old I have.
You tell her to go do something and on her way, she forgets what she was going to do.
I did a massive folding of clothes this morning. I fold, everyone else puts up.
I tell her to start putting up.
What does she do?
Find two fuzzy house socks that didn't have partners, put them on, then had to see how well they slid across the tile floor.
If we get out of here on time tomorrow afternoon to head to South Carolina, it'll be a flat out miracle.