Day 21 - Down Syndrome Awareness Month
Post Buddy Walk...like the day after Christmas, kind of still have the nice glow but have to return to your regular life and all the routine that goes with it. Like the laundry...why does laundry multiply, and why do we still lose socks? I mean our washer and dryer doesn't offer a lot of areas for socks to get sucked into the ether and yet, they're still gone. I pondered this for a long time, I would do laundry, I would fold and cart the clothes to rooms for the girls to put away, and when I went to match the socks invariably...a ton sat there without a mate. And you can't fudge these, the girls' socks have a dumb ring of color around the anklet - cause they're so cool! Phhhtttt!!! No they're not! So the sock thing bugs me, but the girls have found a better to push my buttons...they like to dole out their dirty laundry to me in bits and pieces, as if it's the greatest present ever and they want to draw it out for me. Makes me want to stop stacking the washer and dryer so that they can reach the controls and start their turn at doing the laundry. Seems fair to me; after all, when I was ten I was doing my week of laundry and then my week of dishes and the next as bathroom scrubber....I preferred anything but dishes back then, but that still remains. I don't mind laundry if it is at least organized and has an ending. I need to see an empty basket with nothing in it; it's a psychological victory for me. When there is still one piece of dirty laundry left it bugs me to no end...like to the point of contemplating how important that clothing item is in the grand scheme of things and if I could justify its placement into the trash for safe keeping. Yeah, I know...money doesn't grow on trees and it takes but a matter of minutes before that piece of clothing has a buddy piece or ten waiting to be washed. It's the way of things in a houseful of kids. I know that, and I was okay with it if not at peace...and then socks and more socks were without a match...there was no way either the washer or dryer could eat that many, I mean it was epidemic. How in the Heck was this happening?
My daughters go through spurts that include playing with dolls...no big deal right... Uh yeah...but guess who needs a towel after a nice soak in the bathtub, or who needs a sleeping bag for a bed...or a sack for the races...or how about a curtain...why not? Their dolls needed all these things plus a few more I can't remember now. And what provides for all these needs more than anything else? Why, socks. Big dolls need long socks and little dolls need anklets. And well, the list goes on endlessly till my eyes wanted to roll back into my head and meet my brain for a one on one discussion...suffice it to say, we came to an agreement... The girls are to now use only paired socks, and when I call for laundry they have to make sure everyone gives up their sock for cleaning. Don't know when they'll start bringing all their laundry at the same time, but hey...at least I have more socks in pairs than we did.
Mundane at times, but routine is good. Bradley is out of his in the worst way. We're trying to ease him back in now that we're home again from our long weekend away. Tomorrow, I'll do laundry and get Bradley settled back into his routines. He'll sit on the floor playing with his Dino Pet, and his race track....set his blocks up and then knock them down; meanwhile, I'll wash, fold, match a few more socks than usual, and then cart clothes to rooms. And just like that, we'll be back in our everyday. Glamorous? No. But life is beautiful in its intricate dance from one little detail to its next; and if you watch close - the details are so nice, so sweet.
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