Recently I have thoughts that I think I should write down and share, but then I realize two things. One: I’m too tired to find go get my computer. Two: there is another load of laundry to do.
Not that I’m complaining too much about the laundry. I knew having a baby meant more laundry, but I thought it would be more baby clothes, or even my clothes (spit-up and all), but no Vince beats both us of for going through the most cloths and towels. I understand, he spends all day around middle schoolers so he comes home and changes and washes up so he doesn’t cover Isaac in nasty middle school germs. I’m not really worried about germs in general, but middle schoolers are gross… so I’m glad he does that.
I kinda wish he had been doing that for a while. I’ve seen that school. Over the summer it was nice and clean, but you stop by after school and before the cleaning staff come through and there are no words to describe the nastiness.
Like the time I took a few things up to Vince. I was still pregnant so I had to stop by the bathroom. Someone used the restroom and left without washing their hands. THIS IS HOW DISEASE SPREADS! I am not super germaphobic, but people need to wash their hands!
And see when I do have the energy and time to write I get distracted by things.
This all started with the thought that I like to write (even if nobody reads), but now I am deeply concerned about middle school germs and laundry. The thought of middle school germs makes me want to go sanitize everything, and the thought of laundry makes me kinda want to go finish the load of diapers in the wash, but instead I am going to sit here, finish typing this, and watch my sleep little boy asleep on his daddy’s chest.
Thats the thing, the thought that starting me thinking and typing, the thought of how amazing it is to be the mom of that sweet little boy and the wife of that kind man.
No matter how overwhelming it is to try to keep up with laundry and house chores, fixing dinner every night (why do people eat so often), and taking care of numerous animals… the most important job I have is to be a wife and mother. And something that means leaving a load of laundry in the washer to enjoy that wonderful job.
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