laundry day

I never liked doing laundry as a kid. It wasn't so much the washing and drying, but it was the folding that got to me.  I wasn't good at it. What I folded always turned out wrinkled and crooked no matter how much Mom showed me how to fold them. Finally I was delegated the sock matcher and was given the duty of finding missing socks as well. I loved it. Finding socks was like a scavenger hunt,  usually not being fruitful as our socks mysteriously disappeared constantly. I made match socks into a game. I got pretty good at folding socks. To this day I do enjoy folding them.
Today I have 6 loads of laundry to do at the laundromat. Six,  because I've been putting it off for a few weeks now. But the time has come to grit my teeth and just do it.
The loads are currently washing and I'm sitting in at Joe's Diner drinking coffee while I wait. I find that even though I don't like doing laundry, I don't mind the wait between the time to switch them to the dryer. 
I'm reminded that most times the best things are worth waiting for. In this case,  at the end,  I will have clean bedding and clothes. That's worth waiting for.