Are you a Laundress or do you just do laundry?

I admit, I just do laundry. But I really, really want to be a Laundress. I want to make it a job that I am actually proud of, because right now I am so not proud. In fact, I have piles and piles of clean and folded laundry in my closet on various "laundry holders." Like the ironing board that never gets put away, or the really cute upholstered bench that was bought for sitting on...well they're no longer used for ironing or sitting, (in fact you can't even see them) and I am determined to change that. As much as I dislike the laundry chore, it is my chore, and I need to own it.

So, in honor of my "changed woman" rantings, (which I am serious about) I am going to become a Laundress. I will do my laundry and actually put it away in the same day. How 'bout that? AND--I will whistle while I work. Not really whistle, because I don't know how, but I will sing or maybe do a jig as I walk the long mile to the laundry room. I will do my best Julie Andrews and remind myself that a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down. Because laundry is medicine, right? Sure, a really bad analogy, but it does taste bad and no one really wants it. So ice cream= sugar and laundry=medicine. Got it? Good. Now don't make me feel bad IH, if there's no Ben & Jerry's left for you.
Mama's gotta do the chores.