It's Saturday night. I'm getting my son dressed after his bath when I realize that he has no clean underwear, white t-shirts, or socks to wear to church the next morning. (Bummer) Realizing this at 8 p.m. means I will most certainly be spending a good chunk of my evening doing laundry (Double Bummer).
Both the kids are in bed. I go down to the laundry room and begin the long, laborious task of checking every article of clothing for stains. I loathe this process. Rounding up all their clothes, checking them all for stains, treating the ones that need it, etc. Ugghhhh.... Totally exhausted just thinking about it. The whole process for a typical load of the kids clothes (and a typical load for me is one in which I have so much clothing packed into the washer that I'm not sure the door will close. Yes, I know it's not good for the washer and it means the clothes likely don't get as clean as they should...but I'm not doing more loads than I have too!). Where was I? O yeah! A typical load of the kids clothing would usually take me about 45 minutes to go through and treat.
So I'm checking their clothing. The washer is half full, still no items needing attention. The washer is three quarters full, still no items needing attention. I start to get really excited. Could this really be happening? I get down to last few pieces to be gone through and find a tiny white sweater covered in who knows what! (Bummer) But then I think, I have gone through a load of laundry so huge the clothing is falling out of the washer and I only have 1 thing that needs treated! (SCORE!) What would have taken me 45 minutes has now taken me 15.
I was genuinely excited by this. And then I thought, I am only 25. I am married, have 2 kids, and am sitting at home on Saturday night getting excited over laundry. That's when it hits me....I am a MOTHER. These are the things we get excited about. Stain free laundry, a 5 minute uninterrupted hot shower, a (relatively) quiet dinner, the opportunity to make dinner in peace, a full night (i.e. 6 hours) of uninterrupted sleep. Yep, I am totally there. The things people take for granted, I get genuinely excited about, because I am a mother. I know that once you enter this elite club, the aforementioned things come few and far between and when they do, it is truly something to celebrate.
Yes, I wouldn't trade this life for anything!
Sincerely,
The-M-O-M
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