This week I found myself standing in my kitchen staring at four laundry baskets overflowing with dirty clothes. They stared back at me as if to say, "Touch us and we will spill out all this mess all over the floor."

At the beginning of the week, I told my three beautiful children to bring me their laundry. I wanted to get some idea as to what clothes they own that maybe don't fit and need to be passed on. I was shocked when I walked in and found so much.

I had an image of what looked like my feet sticking out from under all the laundry. I wondered if I did fall to the floor and all that laundry avalanched on me burying me deep within its darkness, could I hide and take a nap?

Load after load I washed.

There were items of clothing I hadn't seen my children wear in at least a year. Why? My only guess is that they don't like those items, so they just left them in the baskets till I asked for their laundry.

From under all this laundry, I learned a very valuable lesson.

One load at a time is all I am capable of cleaning. I am not living at a laundry mat, and I only own one washer and dryer set. There is only one step to take, after my nap of course, and that step is one load of laundry at a time.

I am a self-created multi-tasker, and I think I am getting further "behind" in life because of this habit. I thought that multi-tasking was an accomplishment. I practiced hard to become as good at it as I am now. I'm so good at multi-tasking nothing seems to get done.

So from down here under all this laundry, my perspective is changing. I am becoming a bit more evolved and rested because all this laundry, while weighing me down, is keeping me warm.