Our world was changing every day, but the laundry was never any different.
We ran out of all our gifted detergent when I was pregnant with our third child and caring for Adelaide, who was getting further and further behind.
Mentally, I couldn't make that detergent.
I couldn't do it.
Our genetics tests all came back inconclusive.
Doctors were saying she may never walk, talk, or learn to read.
The laundry needed me, but I couldn't make the detergent.
I asked friends for coupons, raided the change jar, and bought detergent.
It felt normal.
I spent money.
And then I read a book.
It was worth every single nickel I used in that Express Lane as people glared at me in my haggard yoga pants.
I would've worn jeans, but they were all dirty.
Since finding out about Adelaide's polymicrogyria, there are many things I have quit.
Just call me a quitter.
It seems counterintuitive to quit doing the things that save or make money, but I justify it by admitting that I can't do it all.
Make it all.
Earn it all.
More importantly, make a list of the things they will add.
I added bar soap that is off-limits to everyone else in the house.
It's the little things that keep me going.
Little things that smell like citrus and jasmine and farmer's markets.
Does your child wear pads or nappies/diapers?