laundry

The laundry. It never actually takes very long to do, and really requires pretty much no elbow grease whatsoever. But it never ends. It is always there. As quickly as the clean stuff gets put away, the hampers are refilled with dirty stuff. Ugh. But then, I try to remember that I am actually extremely fortunate to have all this laundry to do. To have a family that needs caring for. To have a washer and dryer that makes the chore incredibly simple and speedy. Unlike so many in our community. 
This load of laundry soaking in a pink tub was yet another sobering scene in my week. Somewhere just out of the frame is a scrub brush. Now that way of getting clothes clean takes elbow grease! There are also long laundry lines hanging around the house. No convenience of a dryer here. A family to love and care for, but the hard way. I'm thinking that my feelings of never-ending don't quite compare to the feelings of never-ending in this house.
It is frustrating that so often it takes seeing what others do not have to remember just how fortunate so many of us are. Even when it comes to the never-ending chore of laundry.