Today as I was dutifully sorting out my laundry, I had an epiphany of sorts....Why, this is not just a pile of work, why this is a stroll down memory lane! (more about the size of my pile later)
That pile of stinky workout clothes?
Why, it is just a symbol of goals achieved!
That unsightly stain on your white shirt?
Why that's just a memory of a Mexican food dinner you had with the family!
Those dirt encrusted socks?
Why that's just a memory of creating something beautiful in my yard!
When I come home from trips with my piles of laundry, well, I can remember all the places we went, things we did, people we met......
See, it's not drudgery-It's a memory!!
I make no mention of bodily fluids...those memories are best left suppressed..
(My piles of laundry are considerably smaller than a few years ago. Any child in my house over the age of 12-14 is required to do their own laundry-and well, the size of our household is much smaller. I never could figure out which was best-doing the laundry all in one day-or doing a few loads a day.....it always seemed to never end!)
Now what is this a symbol of?
The sign of a creative genius?
A kid that is too busy to pick up his own clothes?
The symbol of my teaching inadequacy as a mother?
(If anyone has any answers to this question-please advise immediately)