One of the best feelings in the world is having all the laundry done. Washed, folded, put away. It feels good not only to have nothing piled up, but have 100% of my clothing choices available. I hate wanting to wear a certain shirt, or favorite pair of jeans, only to find that they are still in the dirty laundry pile.
I can easily do a load of laundry a day. I just did laundry yesterday (2 loads) and, literally 12 hours later, have enough to do another load if I wanted to (that's what happens with four people...you get each person's clothes from the day before, plus pajamas, and there is enough for a load!) And if I am short on clothes to wash, there are always towels, bathmats, sheets....the list goes on.
I really don't mind doing laundry. Sometimes it gets old; don't get me wrong. But when I get sick of it, I think of how lucky my family is to have so many clothes! There are so many people in the world who have 1-2 outfits (if that!) and would love to have full closets like we have. We are blessed.
I also think about the old days when I lived in an apartment by myself...there was one washer and dryer in the building, to service 6 units. So, I would either have to snag the laundry room first (and God help me if I didn't get my wet clothes out of the washing machine before another neighbor would come and take them out for me!) or take several load to the laundromat and hang out there for several hours. Either way was a pain, and both ways cost many quarters.
No, I love being able to do laundry...at home, for free (ie no quarters!)...I can leave my clothes in the washer or dryer for a time if I can't get to them immediately.
Simple pleasures. And when I think of my pile of growing laundry as a chore, I remind myself of all of these things, and it DOES become somewhat of a pleasure again.
Now, I'm off to start a load of laundry....
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