Laundry

I am here to assure you that I dont live a life of leisure, free of responsibilities.  That is how I always imagined it.  In our tiny 26ft trailer there lived a magic genie, who would cook and clean while I frolic with my children. Well my genie is on strike.  I still must make dinner most nights and do laundry for three hours every 3-4 days.  I do have a small space so I do not allow clutter to build up but the counters still need to be wiped down, and dishes need to be done.  All in All, I still spend alot of time cleaning and cooking and laundering.  However there is a difference, now I am not reshuffling unnecessary things we hardly use.  Now everyone takes part in the clean up because there is no running away to hide in your room you must live with it up close and personal.  I no longer have 100 cups.  Dont get me wrong, I have not suddenly transformed into my idol Donna Reed. However, I have finally found a house that is manageable for me.  I find myself wistfully thinking of the days when I washed the laundry of eight children and it was never complete.  In less then a week I will be washing for four, and as proud of my children that I am, it still tugs at the heartstrings.  Who knew laundry being done could bring me to tears?