Before children, my lingerie bag had a beautiful life. Always useful, I used it almost everytime I did our wash for ”my personals”. It felt wanted and needed. It had a purpose. After I had our first child, the lingerie bag was used a little less often. After the second child, it started to become covered with dust on the shelf in the laundry. Then after the third child, I completely forgot about it all together.
It wasn’t until my always wise and observant mother noticed I was getting frustrated with my laundry chore, that the lingerie bag found it’s way back into our everyday life. She was over helping with Gret a couple weeks after she was born. I was trying to catch up on the mountains of laundry that had accumulated since I had come home from the hospital. We were just a picture of womanly bliss, a mother, her daughter, her granddaughter, all circled around folding laundry. Until, I lost it and started yelling profanities about the loss of yet another baby sock.
You see, I simply can’t stand losing my children’s socks but it happened all the time when I did their wash. I would throw them in as a pair and somewhere in the shuffle, only one sock out of the pair would make it out alive. Those itsy bitsy infant socks are the worst. They disappear like a donut in my kitchen (and you know how I LOVE donuts).
Calmly, my mother said “Stace, why don’t you just put them all into a lingerie bag so they stay together?” Duh. Thanks mom for pointing out the almost obvious I quickly went downstairs to resurrect my red-shirted lingerie bag. So next time I threw a load with child socks in the washer, they were in my lingerie bag. And guess what? When I emptied the dryer, all the socks were there in a nice little package waiting to be paired and put away. That’s just one more little annoyance removed from my everyday household chores (okay, so I don’t do laundry everyday in reality, but it sounds good).
That’s why my lingerie bags still have a life after children and that’s why it Works for Me (on Wednesday).