To Each His/Her Own

Did I ever tell you that I came from a family of 10 with 7 brothers and sisters to brighten my life and make everyday "special?"

Could you imagine the laundry? So there came a time where we were each provided our own basket with our name written on it. Can't positively remember if mom just threw our clothes in them out of the dryer or put them in after folding, but I think they were folded, and we were expected to put them away.

Around high school age I began washing and drying my own clothes. Just wanted to keep track of them I guess. I think we all did. Mom probably thought then, "boy I raised them right." And probably, "Thank God!" We had a lot of years to watch and learn from her.