I Love Laundry - Don't You?

So I’ve talked about having FAITH that God hears our prayers.  I’ve talked a little on having HOPE that He will give us what we need.  Now let’s talk about HOUSEWORK.

Am I the only one that feels like laundry is a never-ending battle where it’s my washer vs. my dirty clothes hamper – and the dirty clothes hamper always seems to win?  Putting the clothes in the washer isn’t the hard part.  Putting them in the dryer isn’t all that bad either.  It’s that pestering sound the dryer makes when it’s done, the beeping that makes you ask yourself that horrible mind-boggling question… to fold or not to fold?  I’ve been known to choose the latter a few times…or everytime, for a few hours at least, or days… until I decide I have enough energy to fold it, after all the dryer has the wrinkle out setting for a reason, right - why not take advantage of it – and then - PUT IT AWAY.  Putting it away is probably one of my most dreaded household chores, it even goes below cleaning toilets.  At least I know that the toilet isn’t going to magically not have any room left in it for the cleaner – but somehow my closet and dresser don’t work that way.  I swear I don’t buy clothes for myself often, but on those rare occasions where ALL the laundry is done at the same time – I am constantly trying to find more places to stash clothes until the basket is full again and there are actually free hangers.  It’s not like I ever have any more clothes to hang than the last time, where do all the hangers go in between laundry days??  I have a slight case of OCD, so leaving anything out where it doesn't belong is not an option. I know where everything in my house is placed – or SHOULD BE placed.  If anything is moved or missing, I will know.  And I will find it!  I blame my mother for this habit.  She always made me pick up after myself as a kid.  Even now, visiting her house I always know if I leave my empty glass on the counter or candy wrapper anywhere but the trash – she will know.  And she will make me move it to its designated spot. Thanks for that, Mom!  I now cannot go to bed with clothes unfolded, dishes in the sink, or anything out of place on my counter or kitchen table.  This brings my husband such joy.  Again, you can think my mother.  As for today, our poor little baby girl had a few episodes of projectile vomit, all over herself, her clothes, (even socks), the high chair, and on me, lucky mama!  Times like these make me realize that there are more important things than chores and keeping the house picture perfect.  It's snuggling with Ry, and making sure she is comfortable and well taken care of, especially while she isn't feeling up to par.  Even when she doubles my laundry pile, I can't imagine life without her.  Hug your babies tight today, and use this seventh day of rest as it was meant to be - for REST.  

Enjoy your Sunday with your loved ones, the chores will still be there tomorrow all the same.