Laundry

As I sit here typing, I hear my washing machine and dryer spin the second and third loads of laundry around and around.  The clothes tumble and fall with interruptions of water filling the washer. The movement is almost choreographed- a synchronized dance so to speak. With eight people living in this house, this sound is frequently heard.

I saw this on Pinterest recently. It's by President Thomas S. Monson.

It really made me think about how quickly time passes and how the arduous chores that seem never-ending really don't last long. Yesterday I thought about this quote and, for a second, wondered if after my kids are grown and gone, would I go visit them and do their laundry? I laugh about it now, but I really do wonder if I will miss those monotonous chores enough to want to relive them, even momentarily. 

  

I realize I'm probably more sentimental than most; I can hear you laughing at my comments already. I mean, really? Who gets sentimental over laundry? In all honesty, it's one of the more enjoyable chores. I can sit on the couch and take my time folding eight loads in an afternoon (no, I do not usually have that many- that's only if I procrastinate) while watching a favorite show on the DVR, a movie or HGTV. Then it's up to the kids to help put it all away. We've got it pretty good compared to our ancestors, right? I can't complain.

And did you notice how cute Bryn is with a vacuum cleaner? She begged to vacuum for me that day. She's 4 yrs old and weighs less than 30 lbs (yes she does eat and the Dr. says she's fine). It's pretty cute watching her use all her weight to push and pull the vacuum cleaner across the rug. She is an excellent helper and reminds me everyday that I am her best friend and that she is mine. Who wouldn't want this to last forever?