Laundry will forever be my plight. It is a cruel and indifferent pile of clothes that stare me down day after day. I have no problem tossing clothes into the washer. I can even handle putting them in the dryer. It is the folding of clothes that drives me crazy. I'll toss a clean load onto the bed and forget to fold it. When bed time rolls around, we toss the clean load onto the floor to mingle with the dirty clothes that are scattered all over the ground. Roger has a theory that if a dirty shirt touches a clean shirt then they are both dirty. So, the pile gets picked up and tossed into the laundry room. Clean and dirty clothes make love in a nasty pile in front of my washing machine and the cycle begins again when they leave the dryer and are tossed to the bed. They wait to be thrown back on the floor, never worn, always "dirty" somehow.
Well not this week! I have overcome my urge to not fold clothes and I owe it all to my mother. She has stepped in to put an end to the battle that I have going with the laundry. Since I have been pregnant and sick my mother and I have indulged each other. I let her come over in the afternoons and take over my house and she gets to fulfill a life long dream of teaching me how to run a functioning household. It's been the best thing to happen to my little family.
When I was a teenager I knew that my mom had the urge to teach me how to be a homemaker. She had so many secrets that she had learned from reading Family Circle over the years that she wanted to bestow upon me. Honestly, I didn't give a crap about that kind of stuff at the time. If she had tried to teach me the wonderful benefits of sprinkling Comet all over the kitchen sink I would have rolled my eyes and walked away. So, I can see a twinkle in her eye when she gives me a tip here or there as she floats around my house doing menial tasks. We are forging a new era as mother and daughter. Where she tells me where to put my clean panties and I do it with a smile. It's a beautiful moment, the passing of knowledge between my trips to the bathroom to throw up.
So, thanks to my mommy and the purchase of 5 laundry baskets that have been lovingly placed throughout my house. The laundry is clean and has been for one week. I'll keep you posted as the battle continues and I bask in the domestic glow that my mother has unconditionally shined upon me.
