the queen of laundry

 
day 8 of {365}
I have to let you know that before I started typing this particular blog I stretched.
like an athlete. like a marathon runner or an olympic cross country team member.

I felt COMPELLED to stretch after looking at all those baskets of laundry.

I looked at this photo, that I took of the laundry, I just stared at it.
calling myself back to reality a few times. but then only to zone out again on how much laundry that was.

I mean I've done more laundry than this at one time, but this is a normal weekly laundry tower at my house.

I looked at it and studied it.
I compared it to the leaning tower of Pisa.
and thought seriously of setting it on fire.

I stared at it and tried to find something positive to say.
about the laundry.

if I told you I loved to do laundry I would be lying.
if i told you it brang joy to my heart to know my kids are wearing clean clothes.... that would be a lie as well.
i should be joyful for that reason. but im not.

I just finished looking down at the fibers of my carpet still trying to figure out something to say positive about laundry. hmmmmmmmmmmm..

Should I get down on my knees in front of it and start praying?
Should I be rebellious and knock it over to let someone else pick it up? (AS IF!)
Should I wash it, dry it, fold it & hang it all up so I can see this laundry tower's evil twin by next thursday?

Im wondering if there is a way to get on top of it and sit up there like its my throne.