good morning.

I was wading through our laundry pile a few nights ago.

It wasn’t as bad as it was this week – but it was no walk in the park either.

As I folded kid clothes I tossed all of the kitchen laundry into one gigantic, lumpy pile.

And then I carried that lumpy pile of wash cloths, cloth napkins, hand towels and the random ShamWow and deposited them in the living room where I would deal with them the next day.

That was my plan.

The next morning, the sun rises as usual.

And Mosely creeps into our room and pokes her head next to mine, as usual.

“Mom – is it morning?” she asks.

“Yes.”

“Mom – I have a surprise for you.”

I was awakened by my six-year-old daughter with a surprise.

We trooped out to the living room – where Mosely said the surprise was waiting.

And she was right.

It was a surprise.

All that laundry – at least two loads worth – was no longer piled high.

Instead, it was folded in neat stacks, separated according to kind, and ready to be placed in the drawer.

Amazing.

Really – could you think of a better wake up call?