Life with sick kids means the laundry is never ever done.
The baby has puked on us at least once a day for the past few days. The dirty clothes, the soiled onesies, the sleeves sticky with food, they pile up faster than our very small washing machine can spit out. Then they lie draped about on various pieces of furniture in stages of drying (we have no dryer and the temperature outdoors is below 20 degrees).As I was getting frazzled and frustrated, I read this:
"In her insistence upon getting things done, on living an ordered life, my mother managed to miss out on the nourishing aspects of family life and life in general: laughing at silly things, lying spooned on the couch with your beloveds, sharing good food, the tactile delight of giggling children crawling all over you. Without this, family life is an endless series of menial tasks: counters and noses to wipe, dishes and bodies to wash, whites and colors to fold, again and again in soul-sucking succession."- Anne Marie Feld (from this article, via Evelyn)
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