i washed some of my kids' and hubby's clothes and underwear a little while ago. two days of typhoon and a week's worth of laundry (due to the absence of my nanny/helper) summoned me to do it against my will. i just did a few though to get the family through the weekend.
i have a confession to make. i can't believe i enjoyed it. i'm not kidding.
it dawned on me as i was rinsing the suds off the little big man's P.E. t-shirt as i thought about how it should dry overnight cause he needed to wear it tomorrow. (sorry we don't have a dryer.) i wondered if our helper would thoroughly rinse our laundry or would she haphazardly do it just to get it over and done with. as i thoroughly squished and squashed dirty socks, i imagined myself doing this everyday with only the thought that i'm doing it for my kids. then it hit me: i would rather do this than sit on my office chair right at this very moment.
then again, after finally saying it out loud (literally, with the larger fonts i used), it may be just because i don't do it everyday and maybe i felt the novelty of me washing clothes.
earlier today, as i browsed the grocery for the stuff the little girl will be needing for tomorrow's school activities, i thought, what the heck, this is fun! it gave me that sense of fulfillment that everything is taken cared of for my daughter and that i personally prepared everything for her. thus,i am assured that she has everything she needs. these things i couldn't have done, and the hubby wouldn't have done, had i didn't skip work today to take care of the little girl.
then again, maybe the hubby would've done it if i weren't around? and i'm just using this as an alibi so i can resign from my job and be a stay-at-home-mom like i've always dreamed of?
whatever it is, i still think, as i've thought of for the last couple of months, that maybe i should really start thinking of a career that involves me staying with the family most of the time. so there. so shoot me, boss.