The never-ending laundry has been a source of stress for me. My kids are now old enough to help. Today, I was putting laundry in the washer, noticing with resentment that no one uses the labeled hampers to sort anything.
In a moment, I saw myself, years from now. And I knew that I was going to miss this laundry, and the little clothes with my WHOLE BEING. I lovingly separated the undergarments from the inside out jeans.