I hate to admit it, but it feels good to get the laundry done. We joke that on Friday night, I open the Gibbs’s 24-hour “weekend laundromat” for business. It’s one of the only tasks in my week that is repeatable and expected. It has a clear beginning, middle, and end. When the fresh scent of clean laundry fills our house, there are endless thank yous from my family for getting the stains out, folding the scrubs, and having the soccer uniforms ready to go for the week. It’s simple, and it feels good.