How is it that as a single woman, I have been quite "comfortable" (yes, you may read lazy) in basic household tasks.
How is it that it that I can go grocery shopping and spend 3 days bringing in them in the house a little at a time?
How is it that I can let dirty laundry pile up to the point of creating a dangerous mound?
How is it that I think it's 'OK' to buy new socks and underwear, " to get through the week", rather than wash the many I have?
And yet-- now that I have a little one on the way- his things wait for nothing! Upon arriving home with a pile of great thrift store finds they are immediately washed, dried, folded and hung in the closet? And yet-- I still had to throw my OWN shirt in the dryer this morning - "to get the wrinkles out" - cause I picked out of the clean laundry "Pile".
hmm- my quest to be a better person, be the person I need to be, may finally be taking hold. Well.. little by little anyway... Baby steps. Baby steps.
ps- yes. the fact that I have enough clothes to create a dangerous 'mound' bothers me. It feels useless, unnecessary and excessive. There are some real actual reasons for it- but none that make it 'right'. Little by little- we're getting there.