But it occured to me today as I went through our 4 1/2 baskets of laundry over the weekend and cursed those stupid little onesies and sleeper thingies that never flip right side out the first time and I have to poke around the arm holes and leg holes making sure that everything lays flat and sorting Blayne's 14 outfit changes daily to put them up and un-velcroing Sawyer's bibs from every other item in said baskets that... There will come a day when I am only doing big boy laundry. When my boys are in high school or (gasp!) college or heaven help me when I am only doing grown up laundry, when it's just me and Sean again and we're down to like 1 load a week that I will long for this. I will miss those teeny tiny little outfits (that never fold right). I will miss Blayne wearing all those outfits in one day. I will miss searching for matching pairs of dirty, stinky socks all over the house just to wash and sort and fold and then do it all again the next day. I will miss being able to hold three days worth of clothes for Sawyer in one hand with room to spare. So while doing laundry is not my least favorite thing (that title would go to the dishes- I will never get sentimental about dishes... promise!) from here on out, I am going to try to enjoy it. I will breathe in that stinky little boy smell when I'm sorting and love it. I will (try to) not curse when folding baby stuff. I will enjoy every load so that when they are gone I won't look back and think that I let a little thing like laundry put me in a bad mood for even 5 minutes. I will find joy in the smallest things and seek joy in the annoying things. And I will soak up every minute with these amazing, beautiful, wonderful, joyous, fun-loving boys of mine. On the other hand, if Sean puts his dirty laundry on the floor NEXT to the basket one more time.... he's liable to find it all on the roof. ;)
Monday, September 26, 2011
Laundry
It's stinky when it's dirty, a pain in the arse when it's clean...
But it occured to me today as I went through our 4 1/2 baskets of laundry over the weekend and cursed those stupid little onesies and sleeper thingies that never flip right side out the first time and I have to poke around the arm holes and leg holes making sure that everything lays flat and sorting Blayne's 14 outfit changes daily to put them up and un-velcroing Sawyer's bibs from every other item in said baskets that... There will come a day when I am only doing big boy laundry. When my boys are in high school or (gasp!) college or heaven help me when I am only doing grown up laundry, when it's just me and Sean again and we're down to like 1 load a week that I will long for this. I will miss those teeny tiny little outfits (that never fold right). I will miss Blayne wearing all those outfits in one day. I will miss searching for matching pairs of dirty, stinky socks all over the house just to wash and sort and fold and then do it all again the next day. I will miss being able to hold three days worth of clothes for Sawyer in one hand with room to spare. So while doing laundry is not my least favorite thing (that title would go to the dishes- I will never get sentimental about dishes... promise!) from here on out, I am going to try to enjoy it. I will breathe in that stinky little boy smell when I'm sorting and love it. I will (try to) not curse when folding baby stuff. I will enjoy every load so that when they are gone I won't look back and think that I let a little thing like laundry put me in a bad mood for even 5 minutes. I will find joy in the smallest things and seek joy in the annoying things. And I will soak up every minute with these amazing, beautiful, wonderful, joyous, fun-loving boys of mine. On the other hand, if Sean puts his dirty laundry on the floor NEXT to the basket one more time.... he's liable to find it all on the roof. ;)
But it occured to me today as I went through our 4 1/2 baskets of laundry over the weekend and cursed those stupid little onesies and sleeper thingies that never flip right side out the first time and I have to poke around the arm holes and leg holes making sure that everything lays flat and sorting Blayne's 14 outfit changes daily to put them up and un-velcroing Sawyer's bibs from every other item in said baskets that... There will come a day when I am only doing big boy laundry. When my boys are in high school or (gasp!) college or heaven help me when I am only doing grown up laundry, when it's just me and Sean again and we're down to like 1 load a week that I will long for this. I will miss those teeny tiny little outfits (that never fold right). I will miss Blayne wearing all those outfits in one day. I will miss searching for matching pairs of dirty, stinky socks all over the house just to wash and sort and fold and then do it all again the next day. I will miss being able to hold three days worth of clothes for Sawyer in one hand with room to spare. So while doing laundry is not my least favorite thing (that title would go to the dishes- I will never get sentimental about dishes... promise!) from here on out, I am going to try to enjoy it. I will breathe in that stinky little boy smell when I'm sorting and love it. I will (try to) not curse when folding baby stuff. I will enjoy every load so that when they are gone I won't look back and think that I let a little thing like laundry put me in a bad mood for even 5 minutes. I will find joy in the smallest things and seek joy in the annoying things. And I will soak up every minute with these amazing, beautiful, wonderful, joyous, fun-loving boys of mine. On the other hand, if Sean puts his dirty laundry on the floor NEXT to the basket one more time.... he's liable to find it all on the roof. ;)
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