How sad of an existence does one have to lead to be absolutely giddy with excitement over doing a simple load of laundry?
It's a little after 8 a.m. and I find myself hardly able to sit still after loading up the Washing machine with a load of clothing....A little back ground info here might help the reader understand my point.
I arose very early this morning to see my wife off on her trip to visit her family in Savannah Georgia...I wish the circumstances behind this trip were more pleasant as her Father is very ill and may require a very invasive surgical procedure to repair a major heart valve.(He can use all the prayers and best wishes for a speedy recovery that anyone is willing to send him....and I would appreciate it as well.)...and I feel a bit guilty to have such a feeling of exhileration knowing that for the next 4-6 weeks I am going to be living on my own and spending as much time as Wendy as I want.
This morning I went through my closet and found that many items of my clothing needed washing and or ironing to make them presentable for public debut...when it was all said and done I had more than enough to load our double capacity washing machine...all this clothing was womens clothing and it further more it was all mine...I guess I just find happiness in those little things. But then again thats me...I am not a high maintenence girl.