If you looked at our dirty laundry pile, you’d think we were a family of twelve. I won’t post a picture of it, to save your delicate sensibilities. This lack of available clothing has forced my son to wear outfits that do not include sweatpants and sweaters. Today, for instance, he is wearing a cotton turtleneck and a pair of fleece pants. Both are too small for him. He has well-fitting clothing in his dresser and closet, but those things have buttons, snaps, and zippers. Too much trouble. Instead, he is going for the “last night I added 4 inches to my arms and legs” look. But that’s fine. We homeschool. I am happy he is out of his pajamas.

The laundry crisis has not really affected Miss Prissy Pants. She recently received a massive load of hand-me-downs from a friend, straight from their dresser drawers to ours. Our girl can wear the knees out of any number of flowered, striped, or solid pants and has a turtleneck shirt for every day of the week. Plus, I had just gotten her a new package of underwear, so she is totally good to go. The clothes came just in time, too. I had, just the week before, cleaned out her wardrobe and sent a bag to a different, smaller friend and I wondered what she was going to wear from now on.

Seeing how I don’t do laundry anymore.

But wait! I am actually washing clothes right this very minute! Drying them, too. Isn’t it fun to do laundry? I mean, you can type away at the computer while you are doing housework. What could be nicer? Maybe listening to sermons while you do the dishes. But you still can’t do that from the couch.

Am I lazy?

Ahem. Don’t answer that.

My washer and dryer are silent now. Off I go to continue making dirty things clean and clothing my family. A mother’s work is never done. Or something like that.