First off, I have four kids. Let that sink in for a while.
Laundry with four kids is never-ending. A friend suggested one time that I just fold the baskets of laundry as they come out of the dryer instead of pulling the clean clothes out and letting them sit in baskets for an indeterminate amount of time.
It's a great plan, really it is. It makes perfect sense. But it ain't gonna happen.
Because laundry, like everything else in my life, doesn't happen in a vacuum. There is always someone, somewhere, needing me to do something else.
If I'm making dinner, someone is needing to be held. If I'm holding the baby, someone needs to be reminded to finish their chores. If I'm reminding someone to finish their chores, the soup is boiling over. And on and on it goes.
I don't think it's coincidence that a long list of things to do is called a laundry list. After all, laundry is a never-ending chore.
And that's not necessarily a bad thing. It's just a thing. We catch up, we fall behind, we catch up, we fall behind. Laundry, life, ebb, flow. That's just the way it goes. And that's okay.
***Just a reminder about what exactly Five Minute Friday is: "not a perfect post, not a profound post, just five minutes of focused writing."