Laundry

I was deep in thought today as I was going about cleaning and doing the laundry. I just thought I’d share some of the things going through my head. It's more for me than anything, and judging by the lack of comments, I'm not sure anyone even looks at my blog anymore.

This is going to sound weird, but I was honestly sad that I only had one load of laundry to do today. And even then, I was searching through other hampers to see if there was anything else I could throw in to further fill the machine. I don’t know anyone who loves laundry, myself included, but I wish I had loads and loads. I wish I had not just an entire load of pink, but also a load of beautiful boy-ish blue. I wish I had trouble keeping track of which socks belonged to who. I wish I had trouble finding ways to conquer nasty mud, grass, and who-knows-what stains. I wish I had to check pockets for not just jewelry and shiny things, but little rocks and toy trucks. I wish I had all different sizes to sort out and multiple bedrooms to take them to.

I’m sure most moms of young children wish for quieter homes. I ache for the sound of a baby cooing or crying. I wish I heard little voices chattering away together. I even wish I heard fighting and yelling, because this would mean Allary was growing up with a sibling. It would mean she is having to learn life lessons that are hard for me to teach her; how to get along, how to share, how to do something someone else wants to do, how to deal with other ages, how to live under the same roof as someone you may not like at certain moments, how to have a best friend and a worst enemy all wrapped up in one person, etc.

Maybe laundry and a quiet house are weird things to make me sad, but there you have it.