I wanted to give you a little peek into what’s known at my house as Mount Laundry. I have yet to reach the summit. Although I feel like I wash a load a day, not a week goes by that I don’t have to re-wash a load that has sat wet in the washer for
two five days. The problem is, our closets and drawers are a mess so it’s hard to put clothes away, so I don’t want to bother folding them, so I don’t bother getting them out of the dryer, so they get stinky in the washer, and so the cycle continues.
One thing I have noticed about the laundry pile here at Grace Cottage is that it is very unevenly divided. About 98% of it belongs to people other than me. Let’s have a look, shall we?
My sweet husband has a heart for mercy ministry. He really does. His ministry extends all the way to my dining room table:
Yes. He really did fold it all. Thank you, honey!
Now if y’all will excuse me, I have some laundry to do. My washer’s starting to stink.