For the love of laundry!

For the love of laundry, where did this shirt come from.... I JUST washed everything!!! 

Let's be honest, who else deals with the never ending story of laundry?! 

I mean.... HOW can 3 people possibly dirty so many clothes.... I do laundry 3 times a week, and I can get a full load if not two on those days.... I mean HOW? 

Then lets add in to the fact there's gotta be a gold medal out there somewhere when it gets washed, dried, folded and put away all in the same day.

 Cause sometimes that feels impossible. I mean, I'm lucky if I can not forget to get it to the line or dryer in the same day thanks to the pregnancy brain that never went away. Who else is just as guilty and washes the same load more than once, sometimes twice before it can get dried! 🙋🏻

Then the clothes line, that lovely clothes line that saves electricity, noise, and makes your laundry smell amazing. Until of course you live in Michigan where it starts to down pour out of no where in the middle of the day soaking your clothes when they were just about dry, so now you start all over waiting for them to dry. Thanks Mother Nature, thanks alot! 

Onto folding, I have a toddler that loves to help with every possible task around the house. That may be taking the folded laundry to one of the bedrooms and while in the process it becomes unfolded, dragged, mixed up, and in the wrong location because he grabbed a stack before I could realize what he grabbed. But he's helping and so proud of himself you can't even think twice about it, you just get that pile and start over praying maybe paw patrol would help entertain for 10 minutes so you can finish! 

So then I stare at the never ending clothes that I feel just appear out of no where, I remind myself of Colossians 3:23 -

Work willingly at whatever you do, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people. 

Yes. That includes the laundry that never ends! 

To find joy, do all my work with love and do it as though it was for him. That is much easier said than done so much of the time. 

But I will keep smiling through it. Because one day I won't have little hands to help me, I won't have tiny clothes to wash, nor will I have someone to run through sheet tents on the line with. One day they'll be less laundry to do, and one day will come far to soon. 

So for the love of laundry, I'll keep going. One day i'll reach the bottom of the basket!