A Complaint from the Laundry Queen

As I face the mountains of dirty clothes in my laundry room

I can’t help but feel like it is a thankless, never-ending, never-see-the-bottom kind of job.

Some days, I can’t help but feel like laundry is all I ever do.

I know this is not true, but if our washer and dryer could speak, I am pretty sure it would scream “1-800-OVERUSE and ABUSE!”

Since it is my nature to always try to look at both sides of a situation

I am pondering the group of people who make all this dirty laundry.

And even though the never-ending piles of laundry can some days discourage me

Today I was suddenly struck with a new, powerful thought.

Having piles of laundry made by Dan, Noah, Nicholas, Evan and Megan means that they are here……. at home……with me. 

Not in the hospital, not away at college,  not  too sick to dirty their clothes, and not in Heaven, where there are no need for clothes. 

THEY are here, WITH ME, happily getting dirty.  Now THAT is something to be thankful for!

And because of the intensity of the way this thought process struck me

I am fairly certain that God planted this in my head.  In fact, I know HE did.

So today I am feeling quite lucky to be working on mountains of laundry made by my favorite people in the world.

But tomorrow, it is entirely possible that I may forget.  And I might complain.   If I do, could someone please remind me about the benefits of having dirty laundry?????