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Today, I am was grateful the laundry is was done!

There were loads upon piles upon baskets. But I persevered. I kept on truckin'. I wiped the sweat from my brow. And I washed, folded, and put away.

But then my husband came home from work and added more dirty jeans and tshirts to the hamper.

My job is never done.

I suppose I should just be grateful we have laundry to wash. After all, it means we have clothes on our backs. 

I really hate when I learn the lesson.