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#1: Mom, do not read this.
#2: For the awesome moms who iron their babies onesies, this is also not for you...😘
I discovered something new today. It is very much, not a new concept...At all...
Jonathan has been gone now for almost 3 weeks and I'm home with the kids and my giant protective guard dog Brutus.
Jonny is my laundry man. He always does the laundry, folds it while he watches a movie and 90% of the time puts it away. I am beyond blessed. Because laundry is not my forte.
Now that he is gone I have six loads of laundry that have stacked up on my bed. It is quite sad haha (at least they are clean) I think...
The only good thing about it is that I feel like at night time he is there lying beside me. Until I feel no heartbeat after I put my hand on the pile. Unless it's the "guard dogs". 🐶Today, at the kids swimming lessons, I was chatting with my good friends about the six loads that I had to fold waiting for me at home. And one of my friends said, "do not fold it! Put in piles and stick it in their drawers!" haha. I felt like a light bulb turned on in my head I said oh my goodness that is so awfully wonderful.
When I fold all their laundry I stick it in the drawers and they get all messed up anyway! (I do fold my clothes and hang what ever I don't want wrinkled.)
My lesson from today is to choose your battles. For this period of time in my life, I will make piles and stick it in their drawers and when we get back to Jonathan in our new home in Quebec he can get back to his favorite job; Laundry. And maybe one day I'll do the Marie Kondo method and fold the clothes with my oh so obedient children whilst we singe wonderful worship songs in harmonious unison.
Ok, now that the piles are made, I have to go put the clothes away. Ta Ta for now!
Don't make a mountain out of a molehill. Or out of laundry...😬 Give yourself grace. One hour at a time ❤
