I didn’t do any laundry last week. And, even more incredible, I didn’t even know it until Saturday afternoon when we were getting ready to go to a wedding. I would have said that there was NO way this family could get through an entire week without a load of laundry. Now I know that we can. Well, sort of. My 12 year-old son had nothing to wear to the wedding, since his only nice (non-jeans/T-shirt) outfit that (sort of) fits was dirty. However, since even that pair of pants is beginning to show his ankles, we decided that we would just stop on the way to the wedding and buy him new ones. Problem solved. Though the way he’s growing, it will be only a stopgap solution.
So anyway, guess what I am doing this morning. Yep–laundry. Bigtime.
We had a wonderful weekend. Went to the beach twice, witnessed a marriage, had a wonderful time of worship yesterday, spent a lovely evening with friends, campfire, and song. I’m feeling positively warm-fuzzy this morning.