“I didn’t iron his shirt either." He said, “Can you iron this?” I said, “Yeah, give it to me.” I ended up rolling it up into a ball and putting it in a drawer. Years later, someone found that shirt and said, “What is this doing here?”
My guess is that this anecdote was shared to illustrate her feminist ideals and unwillingness to be oppressed by a man.
I just thought it was weird.
Here’s another strange thing about me. I like doing laundry. I really do. Of all the depressingly repetitive household tasks that exist, it is my favorite. There’s something satisfying about a pile of dirty smelly laundry being transformed into neat fragrant piles. The depressingly repetitive side is that tomorrow you have to start all over again.
We didn’t have our own washer and dryer until we were married five years and I still remember the first night one of my kids threw up in the middle of the night and we had a washer and dryer. “Yes! I can take care of this RIGHT NOW!”
Exciting stuff.
I like folding my family’s laundry too. I loved the impossibly small socks and t-shirts my babies wore and I marvel at the impossibly long legged jeans that are in there now. When did their legs get that long? I love it when Adam’s clothes finally turn up in the laundry again after he’s been on a long trip.
Today I was making our bed and I was happily arranging the pillows on Adam’s side and considering the good guy I married that was out of the house before I was remotely conscious this morning. I’m glad I can make the bed and make a comfortable place for him.
Then it hit me why Nancy Pelosi’s comment keeps rattling in my brain. It’s about serving. I’m sure she would say, with her career in public office, that she knows all about service.
Iron a shirt for someone you love, Nancy.
I’ll still think you’re a successful woman. You had me at being Speaker of the House.
1 comment:
:) Well put Thelma!
p.s. I have about three baskets full of laundry I'd love for you to come and do today...what do you think?!
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