Laundry Day

We should all do what, in the long run, gives us joy, even if it is only picking grapes or sorting the laundry. EB White

Ya'll know how much I hate laundry. It is my albatross and my nemesis. Just when I think it's done, I find the boys have been stockpiling a hidden load upstairs. Or rolled up socks creep from under the bed to flaunt their smelliness and deliberately laugh at me as I come unhinged. Or I find that good child (sweet ol' Murph) has a cache of old panties that he's been secretly enjoying in some forgotten, dusty corner (his only character flaw). It is Never. Ever. Done. On the day I pass, the laundry will be overflowing. And it will probably be my last earthly regret that I didn't get it done before going. It is such a huge part of my life now, that Mr B, without a hint of sarcasm, calls it my hobby. And since I spend so much of my free time doing it-well-I guess it is....dammit....

So here's my never-heard-before confession: I am actually looking forward to doing the laundry today. Knowing that I have two weeks in which to piddle around my house and get things done, takes the pressure off the typical Saturday-laundry-scream-a-thon-marathon. So for the record: I am stain removing, sorting, stuffing, and folding all the while thinking kind thoughts about my family and the universe. ...or maybe I'm just high on Tide...