Fold Clothes

I just want to take a moment and tell you all what happened today. My son was talking to me in the kitchen this Morning and I’m a natural observer. So, while I’m talking to him about what is important to him at the present time...wrestling. I notice he has his shirt on inside out. Not only is it inside out he has on a shirt that is not even supposed to be slept in but worn out the house.  So, I bring this to my ten-year old’s attention, and he doesn’t understand what the problem is. He said, "this is one of my pajama shirts mom". Now normally I would be acting the fool, but I digress. 

  Anywho I’m teachable as well as observant so instead of getting upset I had to think what I missed with this kid. He is so handsome and sweet but sometimes I think "Lord what was this boy thinking". That is where I’m at most of the time with my kids. Sometimes they are on it and other times who knows what is going on in their mind, but I have to take responsibility for this one. 

I tell my mom all the time they don't make em’ like her anymore. She is that lady that has gotten all her domesticated duties in order before the sun is up good and still has all the time to "slay the day with her creativity". Now… I have a lot of her attributes, I inherited her creativity, maternal instincts, and a desire to serve others. Yep, we share the same love language, but when it comes to domesticated things, it’s just some things that I hate like laundry. Hold up! I don't do dirty clothes. I’m washing and drying my clothes, but I hate the folding and putting away process. My way always has been:

1. Wash

2. Dry

3. Get dressed out of the basket. 

I know that is horrible to some, but that is me and I make no excuses.  So, the part that has come back to bite me in the butt is that God gave me two humans to love, take care of, nourish, and get them ready for this world.

   I’m laughing right now because our children fashion themselves behind us, so we really have to be careful how careless we are with most things. Although you have the best intentions, they can translate that as something totally different. I’m tripping because this kid has the wrong thing to sleep in and does not decipher they are not clothes for sleeping but for putting on to go out the house. I could have fussed him out about it this morning and killed his joyful Saturday morning spirit, but it isn’t his fault, its mine! Sooooo, I realize those steps that my mother took to make sure things were in order are very necessary. I may not get it done before the sun shines but I’m going to fight to get it done at some point before the sun goes down. I will also work smarter not harder ...Bahahaha. I’m not doing laundry by myself we all gone wash, dry, fold, and put it away! I pray to the Lord it isn’t too late for my son to know the difference between pajamas and out the door clothes. Just wanted to share the moment. 

I Love Everybody, But I Love God The Most!

XOXO