Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words.
Each week, I look at the filled hampers and I start my weekend with a load here, a load there. I fold, I dry, I separate. Each week, it starts again. I try to move past the weight telling me I am a failure if the laundry waits. I try to move past the looks I get when something they need isn't clean. Each week, it's a battle and I am always convinced I will win. I try and move past the worry that it will never end, I try and move past the voice telling me this is the definition of ordinary. I try and move past the voice telling me this is how I define my success. I am so much more than the laundry. I am so much more for my family then the person that cleans their laundry. We are so much more important than our clean cloths. I am their mom, I am a bride, I am a home owner, I am a dog lover. I just happen to do the laundry too.