It seems that time for a few things eludes me: bathroom floors, exercise, and folding laundry. I'm really spoiled. I have a wonderful husband who lends two strong and tattooed arms to drag the piles of laundry to the basement. Not only does he carry it down, but he has become an expert in the science of laundry. Even in my best Donna Reed moments, laundry just doesn't appeal. Don't get me wrong, the sorting of mismatched socks does reach down to some primal place for me, but that task is always the last in the process of sorting and folding laundry. BTW - we call our mismatched sock basket Sock Heaven -probably better named sock purgatory. Every month I try to reconcile sock heaven and the endorphins released by finding a pair in the pile of lonely socks is sublime. But I digress . . .
Why do I avoid this task?
Am I lazy? Probably
Am I too busy? Probably not
Upon dissecting my aversion, I realized that I don't value the job enough. The world has told me for years that laundry is for the poor trapped housewife. That is garbage. A dear friend encouraged me today to see those small jobs as high callings. I know that some of you are rolling your eyes. Well, roll away. God has blessed me with the opportunity to bless and enjoy my family by being a homemaker. I have such valuable time to love on my men and invest in the littlest one. Can't folding laundry be a holy occupation? One that gives God as much glory as when I was teaching 6th graders to write essays? I think so.
I plan on winning the battle of the bulging baskets today . . .
I Corinthians 10:31
So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all to the glory of God.
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Laundry is often the bane of my existence. I love this post... both refreshing and challenging! Thanks : )
ReplyDeleteWendy, you are so funny. The laundry battle just gets worse with every child you add to the family. Enjoy it while there are only three of you. Very soon, you won't be able to win the battle of the laundry bulge, it will beat you every time. Trust me. :)
ReplyDeleteWendy, my Aunt absolutely loves to do laundry. My Gram was the same way. Before it even could hit the floor it was in the wash machine. You had to be careful if you were still attached to that article of clothing or you might be led to THE MACHINE! Some people, including Gabriel, just love to watch that machince do its magic. Me, I am so glad not to live pre-machine days. CAN YOU IMAGINE! Oh, you are right we are totally spoiled. Keep pressing on my friend. Laundry is like a dog, it just patiently waits for you...
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