Motherhood Writing

Finding Myself in the Laundry

November 2, 2018

While the kids are happily playing together, I retreat to the laundry room. The laundry room also doubles as my study. I always feel rushed when taking time for myself, not knowing how long I actually have. In an effort to set a calming mood, I light my new candle. The scent of pink magnolias begins to enter the room.

I hear the towels going round and round in the dryer, along with the wool balls that hit the drum. I close my eyes and imagine the comfort of a fluffy, still-warm towel after a hot shower. Last year, this room was just a laundry room. I don’t know why I didn’t take notice of the space before; maybe it was the too cheery yellow walls that didn’t feel like me. Or maybe I wanted to spend the least amount of time with my washing machine as possible. One day I realized the space being used to hold my husband’s dresser would make the perfect desk for me. He happily agreed to move his clothes.

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  • Reply Gwen Walker November 2, 2018 at 6:58 pm

    Very good!!! Judy Richards was telling me at the middle school Thursday how much she enjoys your articles.

    Sent from my iPad


    • Reply Stacy Bronec November 3, 2018 at 2:32 pm

      Thank you! 🙂 That’s nice of her to say.

  • Reply Patti Langemeier November 5, 2018 at 9:25 am

    The daily laundry routine goes on and on. I am so happy you found another purpose for that room. Write on girl!

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