The laundry basket sits on my laundry room counter. Again. Fifth day running, and I catch myself staring at it while my coffee grows cold. It’s clean laundry – that has to count for something – but the simple act…
The laundry basket sits on my laundry room counter. Again. Fifth day running, and I catch myself staring at it while my coffee grows cold. It’s clean laundry – that has to count for something – but the simple act…
