Wednesday, January 11, 2012

just write: face down in the laundry pile.

I don't have very much going on in my brain this week. This pile of clean clothes stared at me all day yesterday, and I just couldn't bring myself to do anything about it. In fact, it was like this, in the middle of my living room, until about 10 minutes before Andy got home. I knew it would bug him (although he probably wouldn't say so) but it just sat there, all day, staring at me. And I stared back at it. Like we were having a battle.

But really, it was just me versus myself. It was my "You can't make me do this" because there are so many things that are new in my life, most of these new things are utterly necessary, and I felt I needed to rebel in some way. Show myself that I could still flex these muscles. Over laundry? Yeah, over laundry.

And then, instead of getting increasingly irritated at the pile like I normally would, all I really wanted to do was to lay down in it, close my eyes, feel that soft cotton against my skin and breathe in that baby-laundry smell, and take a nano-second rest. 

So I did.

Linking up with Just Write @ the EO.


  1. You are the cutest. Once again, WRITE A BOOK. I will read it, endorse it, and buy 50 copies. OK? OK.


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