So my two oldest children had dentist appointments last week and then my two youngest had their appointments today. We are in and out of the dentist office in 45 minutes. I check one into school late and me and the other go home to a list of chores awaiting me. The list includes: fold laundry, what’s for dinner?, fold laundry, take posters off homeschool wall, fold laundry, clean kid’s bathroom, fold laundry, organize recipes, and.. oh yeah, fold laundry.
I have been working hard these past 6 months to break my bad habit of washing laundry and then just leaving the pile on the floor in my room. I am not sure why I do half the job but have no desire to finish it. I don’t like folding clothes! I despise folding clothes! I loathe folding clothes! I am the kind of person who can recognize the qualities in myself that are not condusive (like my big word?) to growth and work to better myself so that my family can be blessed by me. A huge pile of unfolded clothes is not a blessing to my family. I’ve been doing great with my laundry until this weekend. I was to fold the last few loads on Thursday last week but let it go and continued to wash and dry and pile through Friday, then Saturday and finally on Monday finished the dirty clothes again.
This is what awaited me this morning and was written down on my to-do list more than once.
And this is what I ended up doing…
Mere minutes after getting in from the dentist, I change into comfy clothes and plop down on my bed to play on my IPad. Mindless entertainment but quality time with my youngest. Well, maybe not quality but definately relaxing.
After coming out of my mindless entertainment fog, I look over at the clock and realize it is almost noon and I’ve done nothing on my list, especially not folding my laundry. Now being a mama to boys, I have gotten into the habit of making chores a game to beat the clock. I got him out of my bed and made it so I would have a place to put the folded laundry. I then told myself that I had to get it done before 12:30 because I would not allow myself to eat lunch until it was done.
Took me 40 minutes but I finished the beast.
45 minutes didn’t kill me so why oh why do I despise folding laundry so much. It is a question that I don’t believe will ever be answered. But it sure does look like I worked hard all day today by the size of those piles doesn’t it.
Now off to eat lunch!