The laundry line…
…has covered Antarctica and most of Australia and the southern parts of South America and Africa.
If it gets up to the Middle East or Central America I may just retire from laundry altogether.
You see clean laundry goes on the red couch. Not on the floor that is more often covered with black dog fur from our beloved Maggie. Definitely not on the floor.
The red couch is below the National Geographic map of the world that hangs on the wall. As the map gets covered, I somehow become less able to regain control of the extreme lack of ability I seem to have at getting clean clothes from the dryer to the dresser. That step just isn’t something I’m doing well now or in the past year…or two.
This picture is from a couple weeks ago 🙂
We are still on board with our “get the house in relative order before we go to sleep every night” plan that we implemented in September. And it helps a lot. But somehow I think we both prefer to turn a blind eye to the disappearing map.
Perhaps less clothes is the answer. 3 pairs of pants, shirts, undies, socks, etc for each person. Maybe that’s the trick?
I’ll let you know if I figure it out.
Heading into the holiday season, I want to be relaxed enough to not miss the little opportunities that come our way to enjoy each other and celebrate. I want to listen. I want to laugh together and delight in all that is beautiful and lovely. I want to remember to share and to give in the midst of it all.
I want to treasure the memories as they’re being made even if we’re wearing wrinkled clothes from the laundry pile while we’re making them.