Laundry is no one’s favorite thing to do. I use to avoid it at all costs. Washing was the easy part, but folding was a whole other story. You couldn’t pay me to fold laundry…Well, maybe you could. After settling into a new apartment, I decided to tweak my daily routine and take charge of my household chores. So, I’m here to give 7 tips to simplify your laundry routine.
For the first time in what seemed like forever, my daughters were off to visit with their dad for a whole two weeks and girl, I was a complete mess. I held myself together up until the week prior to their departure. I cried at the most random times. I was tired, angry, frustrated, and just confused. I had never had this amount of time to myself away from my girls and I was feeling it.
Six months ago I began going to therapy. I can truly say that it’s been one of the best decisions I’ve made in my life; right next to uprooting my family and moving across the country. I decided to break the stigma of a black Christian woman going to therapy. There was just entirely too much I’ve carried that was worthy of unpacking.
The other day I took my girls with me to Target to window shop and of course, in typical Target fashion, I left with more than I intended to. I purchased a couple of bras and a few pairs of underwear, which is rare for me. I usually lean toward a $9.99 pack of cotton briefs from Walmart and bra from the clearance section and make it last a long as humanly possible.
One day, I looked at myself in the mirror. This time was much different than the rest. I stopped passing the image in my reflection by like a stranger on the street and actually looked myself in the eyes. I broke down in tears and finally saw myself as beautiful. Not because someone else told me I was, but because I was witness to it with my own eyes.
One of the biggest lessons I learned this past year was to pack light and not hold on to things that have no real value. I was forced into this lesson when preparing for a huge transition in my life as I journeyed across the country to my birthplace. The memory of how I landed in California is still fresh in my mind both figuratively and literally.