Are you familiar with the story of Sisyphus? Here’s a hint: mythological King of Corinth, condemned by the gods to push a boulder up a hill only to watch it roll down so that he could start all over. Repeat for eternity.
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As fulfilling and lovely as my life is, I often feel a warm sense of kinship with Sisyphus. It has something to do with having several young children and trying to keep the house clean. Fingerprints wiped from windows and table tops reappear moments later. Dirt dusted shoes scamper across freshly mopped floors. Then there’s the laundry.
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Please note: this is not my laundry. I just liked the photo. It’s the shadows, I think, and that cute dress hanging in the middle.
We have this miraculous laundry basket. I can upend the entire thing into the yawning mouth of my washing machine, give it a good shake to make sure I got everything, and when I set it back in its corner spot, it fills up immediately! I think it happens as soon as I start the wash cycle.
So housework is the boulder in my life right now. Actually, it’s the boulder in my mother’s life right now. I lay around drinking enough water to bathe my youngest child and eating Ghirardelli Chocolate Squares. Mom keeps the house and kids in order.
But that will change before too much longer. Thankfully, I can shove the rock with one hand and eat chocolate with the other!