as i was folding laundry the other day, my mind wandered back almost eight years to a memory i had forgotten about. my husband and i were dating, not yet engaged, but at a point where marriage had already been discussed. his washing machine at home had broken and i had offered ours for him to use whenever he needed it. a day or two later, he showed up to my house with a basket of dirty laundry. he loaded the washer and then headed off to work, telling me he'd be back to take care of it all after work. since i was there at home, i went ahead and transfered the clothes to the dryer when the wash cycle had finished. once dry, i grabbed the warm, soft clothes and began folding each article of clothing. i remember relishing in the fresh smell of his clothes, which had just been washed, yet somehow still had "his scent" on them. as i smelled and folded each piece of clothing, i couldn't help but think of how wonderful it was to do this service for him, and how much i looked forward to having "the opportunity and privilege" to fold my future husband's clothes for him. when i had finished, each article was folded in the most orderly and pristine manner, piled back neatly in a laundry basket, waiting for his return from a hard day at work.
i felt like i was on top of the world.
are you laughing yet?
'cause i. was. rolling.
who was i kidding?
folding laundry is lame.
9 comments:
ah, but it's in those mundane, everyday, never-ending tasks that true service is wrought and proper perspective is reached. i'm not a fan of laundry myself, but it is what i do and i'm grateful for it because it means i have a family to fold laundry for. a husband who comes home to me everyday and children who dirty their clothes because they're allowed to be children. it doesn't mean that you rejoice in song while doing it, but in my opinion, it can be an act of service done with love :) ...just like making lunches, preparing dinner, cleaning the house, etc. etc. etc. embrace the season of life you're in!
i love doing the laundry and folding it... i don't like putting it away.
ah, youth and its' jacked up ideals.
but i'm with natalie. i love the folding, but cannot, for the life of me, put laundry away. i'll never understand why.
Can 8-years-ago Diana come to my house and finish my laundry? There are 3 loads on the bed, one in the dryer, and one wet in the washer waiting for her.
actually, i completely agree with you all...
folding - not bad.
putting it away - somebody shoot me.
who knows why... i do love it when it's all done, and doing the laundry is the only way to get that wonderful feeling, and so it continues. i just was amused at my naivety.
oh, and abbie, i wish 8-years ago diana was still hanging around my laundry room, too.
Man isn't it amazing what love can do? It makes us enjoy chores? hmmm J/K I agree with all of you washing & folding not too bad, but why can't it put itself away? =)
Man "Day" made me feel pretty guilty cuz I hate it all! I guess that means I'm not a very loving wife and mother....as soon as they are old enough...these kids are washing their own dirty clothes!!!
ummm- that was funny. eric tried to show me how to fold each sock, undershirt, etc just like he did on his mission. i laughed and put them each in their own drawer unfolded.
ha! jason & i both got a good laugh out of that. i don't understand the block of putting laundry away, sometimes we just pull our clean undies out of the laundry basket for the whole week until i become so disgusted with myself that i fold the last set and put it away.
thanks for the laugh, you always deliver.
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