Thoughts on laundry

This morning I had 5 minutes after getting myself ready before I "started" work. "Started" referring to the arrival of my first before school child to care for. So I decided to plow through a basket of clean laundry and get it folded. I WAS able to which is a nice feeling of accomplishment. But as I folded I thought about my kids and laundry. Laundry, laundry. Seems like I can try so hard and never stay on top of it. There is so often a basket of clean, unfolded laundry waiting for me. And just as often a pile of dirty laundry in the laundry room plus a load in the washer and one in the drying. AND many times a row of four baskets steadily being filled for the owners who will be expected to put away the clean, folded clothes. Okay...I digress. Today as I folded I was reminded that I had planned ahead last night and would not hear any requests (often at my busiest moments) for clean underwear, socks or shirts. I had confirmed said items for each boy last night. But I thought about Andrew as I folded a favorite shirt and then one for Jacob and small shorts for Timothy and Sarah's sweet cute shirts. And it reminded me of the PRIVILEGE I have to serve these small souls each and every day. It was a reminder to do it with the right attitude (even at my busiest moments) and try so very hard to let them know I am happy to help them...I am so blessed to have them...and so enjoy watching their personalities develop. Who would have thought laundry could make you think so much!