a little about laundry

Laundry.

We just can't get away from it.

Honestly,

it's not chore that I hate.

But I do hate when it gets away from me.

That usually only happens 

when I spend too much time out of the house.

And I don't care for finding clean

and even folded clothes in the dirty laundry!

That won't be happening much anymore, though;

Lily is my new self-appointed laundry sniffer.

She's been sorting the boy's laundry

into the hampers in the bathroom for the past few nights.

More than once, she's shoved an article in my face,

"These aren't dirty! They don't stink!"

Busted!

On Thursday, Marcos and I talked about laundry.

I asked how his family washes clothes.

He answered with his hands.

Washing the family's clothes was one of his many responsibilities.

Before he left Belize,

he bought his mother a washing machine

(on credit, of course - where was he going to come up with $800??)

She is sick

and he's afraid washing all those clothes by hand

might kill her.

I said that I bet he wore his clothes many times before washing.

He agreed, "Oh yes, Miss."

Except it sounds more like, "ohyesMiss".

Then I flippantly added, 

"My boys just throw things in the laundry after wearing them once."

I didn't think anything of it 

until I went to grab dirty clothes from the boys room

and found that Marcos had thrown everything he'd worn

(including 2 jackets) in the basket!

It blesses me that he is so eager to please,

but we sorted that one out right away :-)

~

I was so tickled 

the first time he had a pile of laundry on the back of the couch,

I almost took a picture.

It seemed silly at the time,

 but now I wish I would have.

I wonder how long it's been 

since his laundry has been lovingly washed for him?