DarmaZ is not the queen of beautiful laundry flow.
I want to love it.
I seek joy in my heart as I head to this room in my house…
I pray for tenacity to get everything folded and put away before I am distracted and move on to something else.
There are no words for the 75,000 single socks that multiply and divide throughout this place…no words.
One of the many reasons I love my mama and daddy so is because when they come to visit, they sit with me at my kitchen table and we visit and match socks – see? this is love!
All this, and last night I look in BB’s underwear drawer…which is always stuffed full…and it was…EMPTY.
I looked, curiously, from one child to the next…seeking an explanation.
That was silly.
MC designated himself as the spokesperson for the group.
“Oh, Mom, you will like this…see…it was really pretty funny…CNN told us to see how many pairs of underwear we could put on and then we did…and it was a lot, by the way, and then when we were done, I guess we forgot they were clean and so I think I put them all in the laundry, so yeah.”