Five Minute Friday: Laundry
Today’s word: Laundry
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Laundry. That word means something like Groundhog Day to me. You know, the movie? Where they keep living the same day over and over and over and over and over and over and over and … you get my point.
Laundry literally never ends. Mostly because I can’t just walk around naked or wearing the same underwear every day. Well, I suppose I could, but I’m pretty sure there would be complaints from someone.
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I have found that as more people enter my family, the laundry becomes even that much more exciting. People (read: my husband) argue with me about whether or not I should have to turn shirts right side out when I am folding them. My thoughts? If you wanted them right side out, you’d put them in the hamper that way. I like to pull a Sweet Brown and say, “Ain’t nobody got time for that.”
And let’s talk for a minute about the balled up socks that Miss Sassy Pants leaves for me. Seriously? She can’t just take them off and straighten them out? Apparently not. You’d better believe I pull my passive aggressive there, too. They come right back to her as clean balls of socks.
I can’t say much in complaint about the boys. At 2 and just barely 6 months, they don’t get what’s going on. The Animal doesn’t understand that smearing peanut butter on his shirt because it’s on his hand and totally grossing him out just adds to my laundry frustration. And Flash doesn’t realize in the least that drooling like a maniac down the front of his shirt only means I have to change his shirt thus contributing to the load of laundry I must wash tomorrow.
And the next day. And the next day.
You get my point.
STOP
Each and every week. We allow it to define us, take over our thoughts. And they, will they just add to it. Love the Groundhog Day reference…it’s never ending!
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Thanks for the real. I so hear you with the inside-out shirts and sock balls, and I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s sometimes passive aggressive in response. I know it’s a choice, though, to joyfully do the daily things over and over and over… even rightside out those shirts and straighten those socks… so I’m chuckling over your words today and letting them be my reminder to do everything as to the Lord.
I do try to do things to show my love for my family – but golly is it hard to be human!
OH the balled up socks!!! I loathe them!!! I spend too much time fighting stains than anything. That’s it, I declare next week naked.
If you do it, I’ll do it. Okay, no I probably won’t. But we could see how many other people would fall for it. 😉