Sunday is my Laundry Day.
I try my best to do it during weekdays but I am just too tired to do so. My tension rises every time I pass by the laundry basket and see how fast it piles up. My youngest son used to help me with this "dreadful" task, however, he has to be in school by noon and since he gets up at 10 am, then I guess I have to take ownership of this task.
Sorting the clothes is my first activity on a Sunday morning (after I had had 2 cups of coffee and watched the morning news). Whites, colored shirts, underwear, jeans, bath towels, bed sheets and pillow cases. After that is done. I stare at them and let out a sigh.
Oh well. So I load up the washer and start my day listening to the hum of the machine. My children always tease me about the sun hiding in the clouds after the laundry is done. Its true! Whenever it is time for me to hang the clothes out to dry, there is no more sunshine. It is just suddenly cloudy. I think I'm cursed. Haha.
Here are pictures of my first activity on a Sunday morning. Thank God there are no bed sheets today.
|The dreaded pile of clothes|
|The completed task. Whew!|
One task done for the day. A gazillion more awaiting completion. Happy Sunday!