Well we were off on our weekly (well not weekly this week, but two weeks worth) laundry adventure. Hey, it's an adventure, believe me. 3 kids + free room to run around = adventure, to say the least.
Needless to say, my box was slap full and running over with clothes. It was about 7 loads plus all our blankets. That sucker was heavy! I am talking at least 75 pounds of clothes to carry. I scooted that bad boy to the door and left it there so I could open my trunk.
As I turn, there was a nice gentleman picking up my box of clothes.
"Looks like you got your hands full, there", he chuckled.
"Yes, sir, they keep me busy", I laughed.
"I totally understand. I have three boys of my own", he replied.
"Ah, so you know how it is with the boys. Nice to know someone understands that these boys are always bouncing off the walls", I said.
He just laughed...
It's wonderful knowing that there are still people in this world who care enough to help. What a blessing to have someone like that, to pick up that box of clothes.
Now carrying into the house and moving boxes was another story... :)
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