New Found Feelings

I am sure there is a post on this blog about laundry. I'm positive. I haven't looked for it but I'm sure it's there. I am equally as sure that it is not a happy post. It is a complain-y one. Bet your bottom dollar on that, my friends. My loathing for socks is well documented.

Today, my feelings are very different. I love a good laundry day. I love that my laundry days are Monday and Friday. I love emptying the hamper. I love hanging the clothes on the drying rack. I love the smell of the detergent. I love walking past the clothes and giving them a quick turn and check. I love the ease of folding them straight from the rack. I love the smell of fresh, clean sheets. I love putting them away.

But most of all, I love being at home long enough to complete this process and having the space and time for it in my life.

Gone are the days of a full load of laundry EVERY. SINGLE. NIGHT. I finally got into a habit years ago of the kids throwing their dirty clothes in the wash every night at bedtime. I would wash, then throw them in the dryer before I went to sleep. The morning would start with them folding their outfit and pj's. But mostly, I hated it.

I hated the sorting, folding, putting away.

That's probably because there were so many clothes. So many socks. So little time. My life was one long rush from one task to the next. It never ended.

My how different my life is.

I know you may be expecting me to say, oh how I miss the days... nope. I do not miss the laundry. Or the weird objects in the pockets. Or the torn door gasket from the pencils, etc. Or the constant pain of finding sock pairs. Not even a little.

Y'all. I even stain treat now. It's amazing.

I am adjusting to this new phase of life and finding the small joys in it.