I labor under several false assumptions in my life... that the dishes will be done, that the house will be clean, and the laundry will be all caught up. The laundry is the big one. Every time I empty one of the laundry baskets I get this sense of exhiliaration... I've won! And five minutes later, the basket inevitably is sneering back ... Tag You're It.

I've begun to realize how absurd this is if I am going to live in a home rather than a museum. Because in wanting the laundry to be 'done', I'm either wanting fewer clothes or fewer people in my life. Neither is true.

So I'm going to limit myself to two loads of laundry a day in an attempt to break this sense of urgency and importance that happens in my laundry room.