Never Ending Laundry
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If getting into Heaven depended on an organized home without piles and messes everywhere… Well, let’s just say I’d be in more of a hot mess! Now that we’re clear that home organization is thankfully not a spiritual requirement, as strange as it may sound, I love to do our family’s laundry. Don’t lose me here! I didn’t always feel the love of doing laundry. I loathed it. It was a never ending battle in my daily struggle to get everything done. I hated it so much I became vocal about it, as well as the rest of my to-do checklist. Perhaps I was reaching out for sympathy or help, but what I eventually received was an epiphany that changed my life. I had a wonderful husband and two precious little ones. After struggling for several years with infertility, I should have been joyful beyond measure. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted a family, but I wasn’t prepared for how overwhelmed I would become as the demands of work, home life and mothering pressed in o