When they are tiny, the ride in the laundry basket is the highlight of the day. And the weight of them, the brush of their fingers? Memories to cherish. They will outgrow the basket and you will be left with a running wild-man that won’t hold still for a split-second kiss, let alone a ride…
In the first few weeks we did laundry by hand, but this was such an arduous and overwhelming chore, requiring so much water to haul and so much time to line dry the sopping clothes, we soon resorted to the laundromat. Laundry was done once a week, hauled in old recycling tubs to town, washed,…
laundry tips from a fifty-something homeschooling mom This is the way we wash our clothes, Wash our clothes, This is the way we wash our clothes, So early Monday morning. –“Here We Go ’round the Mulberry Bush” a guest post by my mom, Sara Louise I don’t hang my clothes outside like my daughter Gretchen….
a guest post by Jessica White Laundry is definitely one of the things that I love to hate (or is it hate to love?). Having triplets meant jumping instantaneously from 3 to 6 people in our family, and did not really leave much of a learning curve when it comes to how to handle laundry…
There’s something so beautiful about it. Hung all in a row on the line to dry. In colorful mounds waiting to be sorted or neatly stacked and folded piles. Clean or dirty, I love looking at other people’s laundry! And it’s always fascinating to read about their laundry methods—find out if they turn the clothes…
If you wash on Monday, you have all the week to dry… If you wash on Tuesday, you’re still not much awry… If you wash on Friday, you wash in real need… If you wash on Saturday, you are slovenly indeed. -an early 1900’s skip-rope rhyme quoted in The Clothesline by Irene Rawlings and Andrea…
a guest post by Jennifer (Pinkerton) van Leeuwen Monday came fast. We’d arrived to the new “home” on a Friday after two weeks trekking across the country and into Canada on a honeymoon road trip. The occasional hotel laundry room had provided unique bonding experiences along the way (“John! Why did you put my white…
I’m looking forward to pulling off my socks and hauling a heavy basket of wet clothes out in the warm sunshine, wrestling the sheets against the wind, shoving the pins down hard, and hoping things stay put ’till they dry. Few of my household tasks are as pleasant as hanging the washing out for the…
I stretch my arms wide. I want to do it all. But then everything’s shallow. It is easier to go wide than it is to go deep. I say yes to too many things thinking, “I can do it.” But then I’m spread so thin I can’t do anything well. Less is more. I’d rather…
I really appreciate the way Max Lucado communicates lessons to kids. Especially in the new book Hermie: God Forgives Me, and I Forgive You. It starts off with two examples of Wormie being an understanding and forgiving friend when Hermie is forgetful. Then, Hermie’s hesitance to forgive Wormie is in such stark contrast that the…
Dear Me, I’ve been wondering—if I really could send a letter back in time to you, what is it you most need to hear? I could tell you about the adorable curly-haired children you’d have, but you could probably guess what they’d look like (hint: just look at your baby pictures). I could tell you…
My friend Everly Pleasant (don’t you love her pen name?!) just got a new self-hosted WordPress blog. Her design complete, old Blogger posts imported, she wrote a post on Blogger announcing her new domain name and blog. And she thought she was all set. Until I emailed her: “Aren’t you going to redirect your feeds…
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