When I got married 6 years ago, I was unprepared for the daily-ness of it all. The table that needs wiping after every meal, the floor that gets crunchy mere hours after I’ve swiped a broom. The dishes that fill the sink to brimming while the dishwasher is bravely scrubbing a full load. And the laundry.
Ladies, can I just take a moment of silence for the laundry?
Amen and amen.
In all the many crevices of my homemaking, nowhere does the edenic command to “subdue and rule” seem so fitting. Washing is no problem. Drying? Usually not an issue. Folding and putting away….you’ve got me. I feel subdued just thinking about it.
I fantasize about a laundry robot who will do it all, and then I have to shake my head. Really? My dreams are about a mythical laundry bot? Pathetic!
Sometimes it feels like chasing my tail, but then I think about the comfort it brings to my favorite people. When Superman reaches into his sock drawer and finds socks
, he can go about his day knowing I care enough to wash and fold and deliver for him. When my little princess snuggles into her Frozen shirt, she knows that mama cares about the dreams of her little heart. Clean blankets, smooth floors, a good meal (on clean dishes!)…it’s not just endlessly chasing my tail.
Could it be kind of like the cup of cold water that Jesus mentions? Just a simple kindness. Nothing earth shattering…
It’s whispering love over, and over, and over again to my family.
Chime in: what is your most dreaded household chore?