The Lovely in the Laundry
Laundry has always been my 2nd least favorite chore...probably because I'm one of those people who wait to start a load until the pile has become Mt. Kilimanjaro and is taking over our basement. (Oh, that's just me? Oops.) But you know what I'm talking about, right? Each time I let it get to that point, I seriously consider trying one of those capsule wardrobes for every member of my family. Then I remind myself that it would just require me to do laundry even MORE often.
But lately, I've been looking for the lovely things in life (thanks to Annie Downs book). I was almost weepy over this pile of laundry today, and it wasn't because I didn't want to fold it. This particular pile of laundry (where almost every single thing needs pre-treated and almost every single thing is pink) symbolizes so many blessings:
-the three year old fashionista who changes clothes way too many times in one day
-the independent 18 month old who is not quite a pro with the spoon & fork
-2 girls who I get to love and laugh with every single day
-time spent outside in the sunshine and the grass and the dirt
-bubbles and sidewalk chalk (which always seem to go hand in messy hand at our house)
-sisters who are already best friends and worst enemies
-warmth and comfort and the ability to meet this basic need
-girls who twirl and dance in dresses and who love the color pink
-grace upon grace
Yes, I think I'll just keep on doing the laundry. Now, if I could just find a way to reframe unloading the dishwasher...