Previously, I have shared with you my distaste for the chore of laundry.
I despise it.
I’ve created some routines to help me manage it and not move us all to a nudist colony, but it is still on the bottom of my chore list.
Today, however, my boys offered to help.
To lighten my load.
To ease my burden.
I hugged them and kissed them and thanked them profusely for wanting to help Mommy.
The each brought in a laundry basket and proceeded to help.
…or make boats out of laundry baskets and pillows.
“Help” is such a relative term. Don’t you think?
