I love laundry. However, I can't say that I love laundry when the cat gives it to me to do. (Calvin's been peeing on the bed again. Twice in the past 2 weeks. *sigh*) But for some reason, in spite of the fact that I stayed up past 3am with some of the laundry, spent much of the next day doing it, and had a trip to the laundromat for the pillows he nailed, I still like the laundry drying on the rack.
Guess it's a good thing I can find the good in this situation!
Is it bad that this is the favorite room in my house? And it's not even a room:
Seriously, I love my linen closet in all its neat perfection. Too bad the rest of my house isn't like this! When company is over, I'd really like to be able to take them straight to the linen closet, but that would just be weird.
I found this little plaque at a fabric store, of all places. Sums up my sentiments nicely, at least as far as our home is concerned:
And now I need to go be domestic, as my house needs to be cleaned. I've started my annual tutoring gig this week, and my schedule is all wonky. As always, I'm reminded of what a blessing it is to be a SAHW most of the time.