Laundrizzle

You know those mornings when you wake up and feel like it's 3am, but it's actually 6:30am? And your toddler is standing before you, cheerfully asking for oatmeal with brown sugar and crust-less buttered toast? (And you're 90% certain she has already ingested a pot of coffee because WHY is she so cheerful at this hour?) And then you groggily walk downstairs into the kitchen to find an inch of water covering the entire floor because your washing machine leaked overnight? And then you spend the next three hours sopping up the mess with every towel in your house and 4 rolls of Bounty? 

And then you start to feel sorry for yourself for having to clean up the water off your kitchen floor and think about all the laundry you will have to do by hand due to the broken washer, certain there's a chapter in the book of Job about such hardship? 

And then it hits you - if 95% of the world's population had their own house with clean running water and a special machine to launder their clothes for them - and enough clothing for each family member to fill a closet - I bet they wouldn't be complaining about cleaning up the water. I bet instead they would be celebrating the clean water, the excessive clothing - the sheer bounty. (And probably also the Bounty, because holy cow is that stuff absorbent.) 

Attitude-check time. 

Please remind me not to complain about doing laundry again. 

P.S. In case you are wondering why the machine broke in the first place, it may or may not have been the fault of SOMEONE who left hair ties in their pockets which gathered in the machine's pump over time and eventually created a giant blockage. This could have been anybody. Somebody owes her husband for unclogging this disaster and still loving her. 

P.P.S. I didn't take a picture of the mess, and I don't want to leave you photo-less...So here's a picture of a wild Jack devouring a donut hole. If you've never witnessed a donut-eating J, it really is a sight to behold: