Having been away from home for several days, I was glad to get back to my boys. There’s something about routine and familiarity that can cushion an aching soul from the ups and downs of life.
However, I was not glad to get back to laundry.
While I was away, a strange thing happened. Mad Dog became slightly obsessed with keeping the house clear of dirty laundry. He even promptly threw the boys’ swim wear in the washer when they returned from their lesson.
I don’t know how long he will continue this obsession.
My guess it will be as short-lived as my absence.