We've had the worst luck when it comes to our washer and dryer. In seven years we've been through 4 dryers (repaired several times) and 3 washers (also repaired several times). I think the task of laundry would be less cumbersome if I had some reliable machines. One day I envision an amazing laundry room, neatly organized with beautiful front-loading machines on pedestals. But for now, I'll make due.
Right now, at this very moment, there are towels in the washer and jeans in the dryer. I'm so excited! Our washing machine decided to stop working on July 12th. Our wedding anniversary. We have been without since then. It's amazing how long a family of 5 can make due with the clothes we have in our closets and drawers! After making some phone calls, and changing out the hoses, the washer is up and running again. And so, tomorrow we'll all have clean shorts and fluffy towels!
It's amazing how something as simple as a load of laundry can change the course of your day. Not having clean clothes for church means you HAVE to wear that skirt. Clean towels, oh, clean towels. Did you know, that baby blankets are a suitable replacement in times of need? Laundry is a typical part of our day. Running downstairs randomly throughout the day to toss in a load. Sorting, folding, and putting it away. When that simple, monotonous, mundane daily chore is suddenly hijacked by "technical difficulties" it tends to put things in perspective.
I stay home. I tend to the needs of my family. It can be an overwhelming and daunting task. Some days I hate it. Hate it. Stay-at-home mom is a very different title than housewife. I didn't marry my house. I married my husband. But, part of being a mom, is taking care of the house. To be fair, I kinda stink at the household stuff. Having been without and having a moment to reflect, I believe doing laundry is one of the things I can do to take care of the people I love. Having a freshly laundered work shirt tells my husband that I value the hard work that he does. Having favorite dresses hanging it their closets tells the girls I listen to them, and make an effort to show them I care. Washing favorite stuffed animals in the middle of the night because someone is sick, tells them I love the things they love. Whether they perceive these acts of love the way I intend them, I'll never know.
So, thanks to my husband for fighting with our washing machine last night! For fixing the thing that I love to hate. So I can show love in drawers that magically refill themselves overnight. In animals that smell a little fresher. Blankets that are a little fluffier. I just pray the thing doesn't break for at least 6 more months!
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