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One of the many glamorous jobs that I get to enjoy is laundry. I know, I know I am one lucky lady. All joking aside I really am a lucky lady. I get to share my life with my best friend and get the honor of calling him my husband. I get to be a part of raising three little boys. I get to carry one more boy to add to that pack (just a few more weeks). That said you might be able to guess the loads and loads of fun laundry doing that I have.
My loving amazing husband... is not so much a laundry do-er. As in it is painful to try and get him to help with folding or putting his clothes away. He is a talented cook though so I guess folding some extra jeans for him is okay.
Through the years I have decided that our boys would most definitely know how to do their laundry. It starts with showing them how to load the washer. This is where I learned that the pods of laundry detergent are well worth the money versus five cups of liquid detergent being 'helpfully' poured in. Then learning to switch to the dryer. Then learning to fold the clothes.
INSERT... I might have an OCD on how shirts, towels... okay, let me rephrase. I have an OCD on how everything is folded. So to I have had to take a deep breath on folding. I've had to relax on towels not being folded to Martha Stewart perfection. I've had to let loose on how I might fold a t-shirt versus a tank top or a long sleeve. Don't even get me started on fitted sheets.
The one thing that hasn't changed, is the change. You know the surprise change donation at the bottom of the washer. The extra incentive that I get to use with the boys should the decide to help without throwing a fit.
Oh, the blessed change at the bottom of a washer. It's a little reminder that no matter how much is changing on around us. This, this little thing stays the same. The change in the washer.
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