My achilles heal is laundry. 100%
I hate doing laundry. DESPISE IT. Dirty clothes cover my basement floor like a carpet.
My aunt visited once from St. Louis, she can attest. She spent 48 consecutive hours doing it for me.
I remember my Mom telling me that after she married my Dad, he came with 400 pairs of underwear because he too, hated doing laundry.
I guess it's a Foust thing.
For awhile, I found this magical service that would come and pick up my laundry from my front porch, and return it the next day, neatly pressed and folded. It was a utopian existence.
Ahhhh the good old days, pre-pandemic.
Once again I can't see the basement floor.
However, when I DO DO the laundry, it is my version of Easter.
Ah, that's where that shirt went!
Oh I love these jeans!
Awe I remember this sweater!
Yessss I love these pajamas!
It is like going shopping in my own house.
So while I don't like doing the laundry, I can see the silver lining.
It is like a gift from me to me.
Yes, there are little blessings everywhere.
Xoxo,
C.
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