Keeping things in perspective.

I found myself complaining internally (a private little pity party) about taking yet another trip from laundry room to the other end of the house where the bedrooms are located to remake some recently used guests beds with fresh clean sheets still warm from the dryer.  Oh, poor me, all those steps from one end of a fairly modest house to the other.  Then I remembered National Geographic type scenes of women beating clothes on rocks to wash them, and even my own mother-in-law using a "mangle" to wring out sheets, then hanging them to dry in her basement when it was too cold outside. We did offer, several times to buy her a modern washer and dryer but she wasn't convinced they could possibly clean as well as her system. Well, so much for the pity party,  I've given myself a metaphorical smack up the side of the head, and decided to get on with things.