The things we do for…


I’ve been working on the laaaauuuunnndry, all the live long day-oh, I’ve been working on the lauunnddrry just to pass the time away. Caaan’t you hear the dryer going-dry up and put yourself away—I’ve been working on the laundry, Mama won’t you fold away….

Well, you get the picture.  I have been busy washing, folding and loading up laundry baskets for my son–who just got married.  While he and his new wife are off on their honeymoon I moseyed on over to his house (which is undergoing a major remodel) and visited the two usable rooms to make sure all was in order–which it wasn’t. With dust thick enough to knit and piles of dirty clothes scattered around like Indian burial mounds I thought I might do my first act as mother-in-law and do his bride a favor.  I loaded up the truck and moved the lau-au-dry.  I am keeping my fingers crossed that no one minds but I figure that the first rule of marriage is happy wifey-happy lifey and I didn’t want the first thing she saw on arriving home to be a mess that required excavating equipment and hazmat suits.  With the laundry almost finished my next task will be gathering as many chemicals as I can get my hands on (legally), strapping on my respirometer, goggles and safety gloves—crossing myself—and going back in.  If you don’t hear from me in a week please send someone in to find me…

On to the business of the day-I think this one is number 21-so my list is of legal age now.  I guess this calls for a grown up truth.  To whoever led me to believe that everything gets better with age…I’d like to smack them.  Rather than looking forward to the ‘better’ that was coming I should have been enjoying the good enough while I had it-it is gone way too soon.  While I am folding my sons clothes for the last time before passing the job on to his bride I am reminded of footed pajamas, tiny little t-shirts and missing socks and realizing that  that is where the ‘better’ resides. Don’t get me wrong–the present is a great place to be but I need to remember to enjoy it for what it is-not for what it might be tomorrow.

OK, OK, I know-I broke my own rules.  Maybe that will be my next truth…that I don’t follow rules very well…

Oh-I confess to some twitter-itching going on.  With all the excitement of the week it was hard not to swoop in and tweet!

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