Eve (then Adam) ate; we got dressed. And it went downhill from there.
Now we have mountains of chaos before us in the form of clothes and every household tackles their curse differently.
My daughter-in-law is a laundry ninja. They have five children, ages 9 down to 2, so washloads for 7. Add bedding and towels and she has a small manufacturing company right inside her house.
As CEO, she organizes for and manufactures order. That is law #1 for the curse of laundry:
Nothing comes out of the dryer without being folded and put in the right kid's basket.
Each kid picks up their basket and puts it away in their room.Recently she expanded operations (opened a new storefront) with a second washer and dryer. Law #2:
Have an emergency center to cover extra bedding and towels for sickness, spills, etc.
Decide what best serves the family and actively contrive it.I figure if she can do it with the size of her operation, the rest of us can implement our own laws of order.
I have researched clutter. The state of our clutter often reflects the current state of our heart and mind. Laundry clutter is no exception. Mounds of laundry unprocessed (i.e., folded, hung up, put away) are an absolute invitation for the enemies of God (those invisible ones) to pound our minds with stress. I'm sure of it.
Maybe yours is a much smaller operation. The size is not important; what impacts us is how it plays on our nerves. If something is not working, then we need to stop and brainstorm solutions. Involve the family. Get things on an even and productive keel.
The curse is here to stay. Predictably, these earthly bodies will participate in it until we get to check into our heavenly ones. I don't know this, but I'm imagining that, of all the things in heaven, laundry will be absent.
Hallelujah!
What's in your laundry room?
Tomorrow: the gift of doing laundry for someone in need.
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