These baskets of laundry usually torment me. It's never ending. And as soon as it's done, it's time to begin again.
But the other day, as I sat cross legged on the floor, sorting and folding and sorting and folding, I was surprisingly filled with gratitude.
I felt grateful to have a working washer and dryer.
And for the amazing convenience of these lovely appliances.
I was grateful for good smelling laundry detergent.
And for stain removers that really work.
I was thankful to have all these clothes to fill these baskets.
And I was thankful for these kids (and husband) who wear all these clothes.
I know that I should feel grateful for these things all of the time. But I don't. Or I know it in my head. But don't really feel it in my heart. I'm not sure what made the difference this time. Why I felt differently.
And I imagine that reading this yourself, you may think as well, "yes yes I know I know". But you still may not be able to look around at all your laundry and feel anything but the weight of the gargantuan task. I know this - because too often I am suffocated by all the many many things I *should* be happy about, but am not.
And so, even though I am so often overwhelmed and simply unable to look past one step after another of all the things I need to do, I am mostly just so thankful
for this one moment
when I could.