You guys know what that picture means. David and the boys are home! Baruch Hashem! Go ahead. Ask me how much my kids missed me. I dare you.
After they fell asleep I embarked on the exciting and slightly nauseating task of sorting their laundry. I gotta tell you, there's one thing that I really hate about laundry. I know that I'm not supposed to complain about anything having to do with laundry, but let's just pretend I never wrote that.
As I sighed and fantasized about the week before, the week of no screaming, early bedtimes, and a load of laundry every other day, I mindlessly started turning outside-in all of the shirts and socks that were inside-out. Did that make sense? Should I say inside-in, and then that would mean outside-out? I'm seriously confused. Whatever.
Whenever I reached a sock that was turned inside-out, I involuntarily tilted my head toward the ceiling and cried out, "Lord have mercy!" Unfortunately I'm not very good at holding my breath.
Sigh. Again. It's amazing what doing unappreciated household chores does to me. Especially gross unappreciated household chores. They make me feel so, um, unappreciated. It seems like such a lowly act for a spiritual guru like myself. I feel like I should be learning some Zohar or something.
But then, I remembered what a wonderful rebbetzin once said. "Your housework, the food shopping, and everything else you do to take care of your family is your avodas Hashem!" In laymen's terms, this means that I am serving Hashem in the highest way possible by turning my kids' socks inside out. Or outside out. Plus everything else that I do as a mother and wife.
Gals and guys, we're talking about seriously holy work! A woman's work is looked down upon in the Western world. She's thought to be a failure if she's not out in the working world or earning a Ph.D. in astrophysics. Nonsense, I say! No matter what your career is, the most important work you do is at home, taking care of your family.
That includes food shopping, carpooling, dragging your kids to piano lessons that they really don't want to go to, and of course, doing laundry.
To all of you fabulous ladies with the holy hampers, I have this to say:
HEY GIRL, when you're done folding your laundry, can you come over and fold mine? Then feed my kids and put them to bed? I already showered them.
Oops! I don't know who wrote that. What I meant to say was:
HEY GIRL, did you know that you're some kinda holy woman? Keep up the great work!