Hi there. It’s been a while… I actually have a happier post I’ve been writing about our trip to Costa Rica, however I haven’t finished it yet and I’m not feeling happy therefore I can’t really continue at this moment.
Instead you have the privilege (SARCASM) of reading this very anxious, melancholy post… Sorry.
I was just folding laundry, such a glamorous task that I like to complain about. Laundry is a funny thing; it’s abundant, redundant, and infinite. It NEVER ends. Another funny thing about laundry; it’s the socks, the underwear, the clothes of our “people”. It is my family. 4 stacks every time; Dan, Madison, Shane and me. I remember every time I added a new stack. It meant so much. Amazing how laundry could be so important, so worthy, so meaningful. I love my laundry. My laundry makes me cry. I never want to stop doing my laundry….
Tomorrow is surgery. Today is the day before surgery. If you’ve been keeping up with my progress you know I suck at everything the days before leading up to it. So I’m kind of sucking at the moment. But I have my laundry… and it means more than I ever knew.