Drew gives Westley a bath and gets him dressed for bed every night.
And I basically sit downstairs and decompress or clean up the house. I'll come up after awhile to see if they are ready for me to put him to bed.
The other day I went upstairs and as I rounded the corner came upon this:
Pants on his head
Playing in his diaper pail.
"He won't let me take them off his head. He cries and tries to put them back on"
Someday I'll know how to balance laundry in my life.
More likely not.