Deep Thoughts

The laundry is piled up so high

That I cannot see the floor.

Luckily, it’s clean.

But what use is clean laundry

When you cannot find what you need?

Where is my pumping bra?

Where are my cozy pants?

I must search and search.

I need them desperately.

Now the laundry is like a colony of sea otters basking in the sun.

It’s spread out across my dining room floor.

It’s just millimeters away from day old fallen parmesan cheese flecks.

And I am too tired to pile it back up.

Or fold it.

Or put it away.

After all, there’s no room for it in the dresser anyway.

Such is life!

So I must leave it for tomorrow.

And tomorrow after that.

And two tomorrows later.

When the pile is smaller

But seemingly less clean.

And when the not-clean pile is getting higher.

So high that I cannot see the floor.

That is when I know

It’s time to dig a little deeper.

It’s time to take charge of my problems.

It’s time to stand up for what’s right in this life.

And move the clean laundry to a better place.

Such as the couch.