Hanging the washing out. (Toby, 3)Now, our church is a large one, but I'm pretty sure we have the only three-year-old Toby in it. Therefore my son thinks that my lifetime pinnacle of achievement, the one thing I could win awards in, is putting clothes on racks to dry. Isn't it great to know what you're capable of?
|It really is as exciting as it looks.|
|And cloth nappies. But you never have enough of those.|
I don't have the whole answer, but I think one important part is remembering to be thankful. I can groan as I yank another load of sheets out of the machine, I can yell at Toby as he runs through a puddle in his third pair of trousers that day, I can pull my hair out as Theo calmly dirties a nappy not five minutes after being changed... or I can say thank you.
- Thank you for the invention of the automatic washing machine - and that we can afford to have one. (Just imagine having to do all this by hand!)
O lovely washing machine! You certainly earn your keep.
- Thank you for clothes to wear, and the generosity represented by all the friends who gave us babywear as gifts.
- Thank you for space to hang all this washing, and for the spring weather that makes pegging it out in the sunshine a pleasure.
Except that all that pegging makes it take twice as long - oops, I'm meant to be being thankful!
- Thank you for happy, healthy children that enjoy life - even when it's hard on their clothes.
- And if nothing else: Thank you that one day, those children will be able to do their own laundry!