When we moved into our house, some twenty years ago,
I cut out pictures from Mary Engelbreit’s calendar, and
modge podged them to various walls around the house.
The picture above is on the laundry chute door in the
downstairs bathroom. It sums up exactly how
I felt about laundry in those days. With six kids, all school
aged at the time, the laundry was nutsy lots. We changed up
the way we kept up with it many a times. At one point our
youngest daughter was responsible for all the folding,
and placing it in each kid’s room. She was very diligent. On many
occasions perfectly folded clothes, that moments before had been
placed on a bed, ended up right back in the basement laundry basket.
What’s a mother to do? Hmmm… I have no idea what I did.
But I do remember what the youngest one,
who was the diligent folder-er and putter away-er of the laundry did.
She threw laundry out the boy’s bedroom window!
Undies and socks strewn across the side yard.
