Why does laundry take me into the deepest of despairs? I’ve shed more tears while doing laundry than while doing any of the other hundreds of tasks that consume my days.
Many aspects of laundry could make anyone cry. How about its endlessness? Or, when a towering pile of neatly folded clothes topples to the ground? Ever shrink your favorite sweater to a size smaller than your adult body has ever seen, but not small enough for your toddler? And, bleach. It is not my friend. Add to that the fact that I usually wait to do laundry until it’s late. Way past my bedtime, late.
Those feelings of never making progress with laundry seem to transfer easily to all other areas of my life. For example, will I ever get to go to the bathroom with the door closed? Will I ever again shave my legs on a daily basis? Will there come a time when I can shower long enough to wash my hair and my body on the same day? Will I ever again eat a hot meal without getting up from the table even once? It’s true…the simplest, mundane tasks are great at bringing out those ‘ugly cry’ urges when they don’t go as planned.
So, if you are a fellow, teary-eyed, late night launderer…listen up. Take heart. You can be sure that everyone in your family changes their underwear every day. Besides, I think we may be on to something here. Our well-placed tears could save money on the water bill, and, who knows, they may have some secret, stain-fighting power! So, enjoy a good cry. Keep pressing on. Bloom where you are planted. And, remember: bleach happens.