It is 11:13 p.m. American time. I have just put my last load of laundry for the day into the washer, and hung up the last of the clothing from the dryer before it wrinkled. I have been doing laundry non-stop since I got home from my mother-in-law's house at 4 p.m.
And you can't even tell I've made a dent in Mount Washmore.
Honest to Pete, I think the stuff multiplies. Having dirty laundry is a lot like raising rabbits or guppies. It's some sort of cellular thing, I know. If you leave two dirty shirts alone together on the floor, when you come back the next day you'll find at least five where the two had been.
A girl can't get an even break.
However, there is a bright side to all this. I have found that I actually own more underwear than Carter has pills. Really. I'm not kidding. And the Black Hole has vomited up several interesting pieces of clothing I didn't even know I owned. Just tonight I found a shirt of my husband's that I don't think he's worn since, oh, the early 80's. And for some reason I don't think it had anything to do with the Black Hole.
Yes, there will be trips to The Salvation Army Thrift Store to drop off many items of clothing. MANY items of clothing. But, (and this is very important) THEY WILL ALL BE CLEAN.
Because y'all? I AM DOING THE LAUNDRY. Still.
So tomorrow I plan to enlist the assistance of certain teenage inhabitants of this dwelling place. They will help me put away the aforementioned clean laundry, and they will cull out any clothing that is "too" anything. Too big, too small, too old, too ugly, too...whatever. And bit by bit, load by load, it will be done.
And I will smile.
Leviticus 14:47 ...and all who sleep or eat in the house must wash their clothing. (NLT)