I loathe doing laundry. Absolutely despise it. I am an instant gratification kind of person.. with laundry you have ZERO gratification. As soon as all laundry is finished.. the basket is already half full. I don't mind throwing it in.. it's the folding and the putting away that I detest the most. If I could, I would hire someone to come in and just do my laundry. Well on this particular weekend I was getting ready to start laundry. Savanna was going through a stage of separation anxiety. As soon as you left the room... the waterworks would start. As soon as I stepped foot back into the room, she would look up at me with her big blue eyes and smile.. how could I not sit with her? Well, the laundry was hauntingly calling my name, and the hours in the day were dwindling down. I had to get it down.. or we would have no underwear for the week!
So, I leave the room.. and whatya know.. she starts crying. Well, I started thinking.. how can I get her to be with me while I do the laundry.. and than it hit me. I ran to the room (yes she is still crying) grab the laundry basket and bring it into the living room. Pick her up and....
|Do you totally dig the carrot covered bib?!?|
It would always make me laugh.. the folded clothes were a magnet. As soon as they were folded she made a bee line for them. I would start to get a little annoyed.. but then I would look at her little face.
I have been missing the little things today..
those little tootsies
Those little hands
the sad face.. my favorite face
I miss it all.. wishing her breaths were with mine.. her heart beating next to me. Missing her love.