....that a sandwich tastes better when someone else makes it? Even something as simple as a pb & j? It is true. At least my family thinks so.
Seems that this theory holds true for another facet of my otherwise mundane life. Laundry. [Yes. I am going to milk my two loads for all it is worth. Just you hush up.] Pooldad was good enough to put away the laundry I did yesterday and in doing so he commented "Wow. This just smells so much better when you do it."
That was enough for me. I am on a mission. A laundry mission.
I made a deal with Pooldad and Wallene. If they can get their dirty clothes to the basement laundry room then I will happily wash, dry and fold their stuff. Since one load finishes at a time and isn't too heavy I will bring it up to the middle floor and place it on the dining room table where they can carry it the rest of the way upstairs.
Pretty sweet deal if you ask me. [If Squirrel ever finds out I am doing Wallene's laundry I am toast. ::Waving:: Hi honey - I washed your sheets. Care package coming soon!]
I know you guys worry about me and I so appreciate it, but I want to assure you that I am not overdoing it. As I told the Olde Bagg I am too lazy to do too much. I know my limitations. Anything I do is a bonus to my family and a bump to my self esteem. My housework is akin to walking the dogs in the evening - it stretches me out and makes me feel better. Double bonus.
Now that I am up and about I am finding just how bad things had gotten without my input. I am not saying that my family is lax or slobs or anything like that but it is the little things, the extras that I think I added that made their life a little better.
Kind of like a yummy sandwich and spiffy smelling laundry.
Hope you all have a great day. I know I will. Hugs!
ETA: Tally of loads of laundry done: 5 - in two days. ::happydance::