Laundry. Just saying the word creates a sigh. A young mother once asked me, “Does it (the laundry) ever end?” I smiled and shook my head.
As a veteran mother of three children, I have often wondered how many hours aI spend in the laundry room. Darks, whites, baseball uniforms, gym clothes, work shirts, socks. Over and over and over, the laundry is gathered, sorted, washed, dried, folded, and put away. Just writing the words creates the routine. A routine that is so necessary in running a household of five.
If I ever build a new home, I’m making the laundry room a priority. Better Homes and Garden magazine shows elaborate, well-organized laundry rooms. I do not consider that a luxury anymore. Rather, I see it as being a necessity.
As I was once again sorting laundry one morning, I decided that listening to my favorite music might improve my attitude. And it has.
When I begin my laundry routine, I flip the radio on, and my favorite station begins playing music. The music is very inspiring. It lifts my spirits and energizes me. Yes, it boosts my mood. It’s not like I want to do more laundry, but I have decided to make the situation better.
So until my dream laundry room is built, I will renovate my thoughts by turning on the music.