Monday, September 27, 2010
The Pile
5 baskets, filled to the top. Washed, dried, folded, and put away. I thought it was over, but I was wrong. Where there is one, there are surely many more. It can not be left alone, for it only seems to multiply. I know I am not alone in my never-ending quest for peace from this daily task, yet there are none who willingly battle alongside me. The fight, for now, is mine alone. I will survive and conquer. It just might take me some time. Today, the battle is won, but the war is far from over.
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Right now, with the chidren's clothing being relatively small, we get all of the laundry done in one day per week (usually Sunday or Monday). But I imagine that as they get older and the clothing gets bigger, we'll have to split it between two days, one mid-week and the other on the weekend. I actually enjoy folding clothes, though, just not the whites...all those socks and undies!
I hate folding clothes. It really does not take that much time, but it is the worst chore, in my opinion. It is not to be escaped, though.
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