DarmaZ is not the queen of beautiful laundry flow.

I try.

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.”



Would you?



About attraversiamodarmaz

Midwestern girl who loves big city shopping (note - do not love high heels of any kind) * hate to say that first because I fancy myself a yoga chic too who is into feng shui and a minimalist life but it's just not all true!* I do forget to recycle* LOVE reading and music and most things crafty (the idea of them - very fickle and creative urges come and go faster than light or sound)* Grand chef and baker in my own mind and kitchen - love to mix and match recipes for a glorious new concoction* Gardening would be very successful - I have a flair but short attention span can cause casualties* True bliss is my home filled with three beautiful children (four on the weekends - an amazing Goddaughter)* did forget to feed the beautiful children lunch once when they were too small to remind me* can't find socks for all on some crazy mornings* I'm a learner who just can't help it...a writer in my head, and a college instructor for a half dozen classes a year* can't help my right brain optimism* been a foster mom* am a very grateful mom of adopted children* worst life moment: leaving the E.R. with an empty baby carrier* this is me...pretty much
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