As friend and I were discussing the mother's curse yesterday, (the never-ending cycle of clothes needing to be washed, dried, folded, hung, or placed in drawers), a secret was revealed. She seems to have the same "mysteries" in her home that occurs in mine!
We were sharing that how no matter how diligently we work on the laundry, just when we think we are caught up, somehow, a huge pile of clothing appears that needs to be washed! Where does it come from? How does it get there? And why must I find it so soon after patting myself on the back for a job thought to be well done??
Another mystery revealed... underwear. Why is it that each child can have 10 pairs of pants, 12 shirts, 5 shorts, numerous socks without partners, and 8 pairs of pajamas (all worn within 3 days, mind you) and yet, somehow they only have one pair of underwear to put away! I don't even want to think about this...
Don't get me wrong. I love my children. I feel blessed to have the clothes to fold, (at least I am trying to convince myself of that still) and I know I will one day be sad that I don't have more than two people to wash for, unless of course I do the grandkids' laundry.
I just wish that sometimes I could be caught up and enjoy the moment for a day or two. Ahhh, the path of sanctification is riddled with great trials...
Off to fold some more!
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My 14-year-old son has come home from Boy Scout Summer Camp with clean underwear, socks and shirts still in his backpack. Year after year after year. The leaders all swear that since the boys swim every day, they don't need to bathe. Unless they get wet, they sleep in their clothes. Showers are mandatory the night before breaking camp.
It's the same mystery, everywhere you go.
LOL! That's the strange thing, Barb, we make sure the kids bathe at least every other night if not more often...
It must be contagious as I have the very same problem here on the East Coast. In our case it's slightly worse because once you turn 15 you need to start doing your own laundry (so you won't come home from college with everything pink and midget-sized).
Somehow the older children's laundry mountain range intersects with ours (three, me, DH and youngest child).
Of course on tv recently I saw a program on a family that had 16 children. This woman used to get up a couple of times in the middle of the night to do the laundry. Then they moved into a new house and got four industrial sized washers and four industrial sized driers.
My personal gratitude in all of this is that at least I have the machines...I don't want to think about that picture up at the top too hard.
Amen to that Mira! Though Bean has been doing her own laundry since she was about 10 or so. The price she had to pay once I realized I was washing her CLEAN clothes!!
Karen.. Is that you bent over that laundry pot? Argh!
I have an opposite problem at times. With two boys who would gladly wear night and day the same clothes I get suspicious when there is nothing showing up in the laundry bin... but my nose soon will sniff out the problem! Oh that beloved boy smell! lol
And yes, I don't think I have even been to your house when there was not some laundry in progress somewhere in the midst. A sign of a lively (and clean smelling) family. ;)
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