I love sitting among the heaps of warm, soft, clean-smelling clothes.
My mom folds. I try to match the socks, imagining them in Heaven:
Cries of surprise, then celebration! Joyful reunions!
(from Tap Dancing on the Roof: Sijo Poems by Linda Sue Park)
I am posting this quote in my ongoing effort to make laundry a more enjoyable task. I feel, though, that I should be completely honest with you about my laundry so here are a few confessions:
1. I almost never match up all of the socks. I start matching them up, get frustrated and then throw them all in the sock drawers, telling myself it was enough that I got them separated by who wears them. Maybe tomorrow I will try imagining them in Heaven so happy to be reunited.
2. I routinely leave a load of laundry in the washing machine long enough for it to smell less than fresh and therefore warrant another washing. By routinely, I mean probably once a week.
3. Even more routinely than the above, I leave a load of laundry in the dryer to wrinkle so that I have to “fluff” it later. The only thing that makes me remove a load from the dryer, if I’m being completely honest, is the need to put another load in.
4. Removing a load from the dryer does not mean it is immediately getting folded.
5. Folding a load does not mean it is immediately being put away.
6. I like laundry the least when I have put it off long enough that there are piles of it in various stages. When it gets to this point, I will hang up wrinkled clothes just to get them out of piles. When we need to wear them, they will be tossed in the dryer to fluff. I never iron anything except sewing projects and curtains.
7. I love laundry the most when Benjamin “helps” me. It takes forever but it is the cutest thing ever. He will pile clothes into a little basket and drag it to his room. He will “fold” clothes with the little flip-and-fold while I actually fold clothes with the big one. I will hand him wet garments from the washer one at a time and he will throw each one into the dryer, close the door, applaud, and then say, “Mama, open, peez. More laundee, peez.”
Laundry offers a lot of life lessons if you want to look for them. You always have a choice with laundry: to do it or not to do it, to do it all the way or to do it half-hazardly. It’s the same with most activities in life–exercise, for example. But I’ve aired enough of my dirty laundry here tonight (no! I take it back–it’s a bad joke. Pretend I didn’t type that!) so I won’t start on exercise confessions.