Ah the sweet smell of a laundry basket full of clean laundry... this morning after the kitchen was done, I folded rags with Hannah. Laundry can be another of the many small pleasure in life. Some reasons:

It brings order.
It smells good.
If it’s right out of the dryer, it’s warm making little babies and puppies want to cuddle up in it.
A pile of folded laundry just looks good.
Finishing gives a sense of accomplishment.
It keeps your hands busy while your mind can work on other details or you can talk to someone or listen to someone (which is what I did).
Folding it means I have the use of my hands which not everyone is blessed with. I can fold laundry! Isn’t that great!

My mom always said she liked laundry and dishes. I can see why. God ordains the little stuff, and really, that is where we find great satisfaction isn’t it? In a life of doing the little things to the glory of God. “Do not worry about tomorrow...” do the laundry! (I think that’s a paraphrase from the afore mentioned lady.)