Laundry Therapy

Does anyone else enjoy doing laundry like I do? It is my favourite household task and I actually look forward to it. There's a certain meditative quality about it ... the gathering, sorting and folding. It's guilt-free TV time - folding the contents of three really big laundry baskets piled high on the couch, into individual, uniform, stacks of wearables (from jeans to unmentionables).

It is a satisfying task - transforming piles of uglies into fresh, clean smelling stacks of pretty. With laundry there is a beginning and an end. The nanny we had for the kids for a year when they were little had served in Belgium at one of the embassies, and she was a cleaning/laundry master. She taught me to fold underwear into perfectly uniform packets that tacked in the drawers perfectly -- just like in the stores.

So tonight as I folded, contemplated and watched Nights in Rodanthe (for the third time), I felt a certain contentment and peace. My family will have nice clean clothes to wear and I can once again see the floor in the laundry room. And hey - it's cheaper than therapy.