When red pen meets clothes.........

While I was in school and juggling my time between being a wife, working, and going to school, there were many times when the house was a disaster. Being a clean freak that I am, I would just dream of the day when I could focus my time and attention on my family and making our home a little heaven on earth. Now that I am graduated and I have a wonderful husband who provides for me, I have really enjoyed staying home and being a little homemaker . There is one mundane task however that I think I will never grow to love. It is that weekly task that if it doesn't get done, you will be in a real pickle after taking a shower and having no clean undies to wear.....Yes I mean laundry. So I really had to humble myself to tell this story, but after many tears I can now laugh at it.

Yesterday was laundry day. Now for any normal person laundry may seem like a very simple task, but I have had quit the track record. About six months ago, I forgot to check my pockets, and I washed my cell phone. After that experience, I have made a conscience effort to check all the clothes before I wash them (my wonderful husband loves to leave all sorts of treasures in his pockets too, so I have to be really careful before I just throw clothes in the washer.) Well yesterday after checking all the pants pockets I preceded to do the laundry. (I guess I was in a hurry though, I just wanted to get all the clothes cleaned, put away and over with.) To my dismay, when I opened the dryer to empty the last load of our clothes, I saw red all over the dryer door. Then I realized that the red was also in big blotches all over our clothes. (There was a red pen left in one of Jason's shirts.) I was so angry.........and honestly who carries around a red pen in their pocket, and of all colors, why red. Ahgg...! Between the fact that I had just ruined Jason's favorite shirt, my favorite skirt and about ten other articles of clothing, plus all my pregnancy hormones...lets just say I had a really good cry.
When Jason got home he immediately knew something was wrong. Being the wonderful husband that he is,he simply just smiled and told me that I deserve new clothes anyways. So now that I can laugh about it, I guess the moral of the story is to stop rushing and just enjoy doing everyday tasks such as laundry!