Forces of Chaos

Last night I opened the downstairs cabinet that takes deposits from our laundry chute and almost shed actual salty tears over the pile of clothes waiting there. The laundry lands on a shelf that is about waist-high, so when the pile is tall, dirty clothes fall on me. It's not encouraging.

Ben and I watched the episode of 24 (shocking conclusion!) we taped earlier this week, but I didn't let him fast-forward through the commercials because we needed time to move laundry and fold. Our reward: clean underwear for everyone this morning.

My dear mother-in-law was here a couple of weeks ago and ironed everything in sight. She perseveres in trying to keep us looking nice. I'm afraid personal entropy is more powerful than even my in-laws. Today I will do my part. I will strive to restore order in the universe by ironing my husband's shirts.