Laundry/Interest

Whenever I do the laundry which is like everyday.  All I can think is,

“Interest never sleeps nor sickens nor dies; it never goes to the hospital; it works on Sundays and holidays; it never takes a vacation; it never visits nor travels; it takes no pleasure; it is never laid off work nor discharged from employment; it never works on reduced hours. . . . Once in debt, interest is your companion every minute of the day and night; you cannot shun it or slip away from it; you cannot dismiss it; it yields neither to entreaties, demands, or orders; and whenever you get in its way or cross its course or fail to meet its demands, it crushes you.” — J. Reuben Clark

Interest is what I call laundry in mind.

Laundry never sleeps nor sickens nor dies; it may go the hospital, but it always comes back, it gets dirty on Sundays and holidays; it goes on vacation with you and comes back with you; it takes no pleasure, it is never laid off work nor discharged from employment; it never works on reduced hours.  Once a mother, laundry is your constant companion every minute of the day and night you cannot shun it or slip away from it; you cannot dismiss it; it yields neither to entreaties, demands, or orders; it will always follow you and never go away, laundry will be your constant companion, even when your kids get their own friends.

Ok, so I probably don't think that much of the quote in my mind.  But there is a fair portion of that quote that goes through my brain multiple times a week.

Then bizarrely enough instead of seeing J Reuben Clark, or President Hinckley or President Monson (those are the only two prophets I can actually recalling telling us to get out of debt.  I see this face in my mind.

I'm sure that sounds wierd to all of you except maybe my husband.

But here is where the real confusion comes in my mind.

The prophet told me one day I would miss the laundry. 

“If you are still in the process of raising children, be aware that the tiny fingerprints that show up on almost every newly cleaned surface, the toys scattered about the house, the piles and piles of laundry to be tackled will disappear all too soon and that you will—to your surprise—miss them profoundly.”

I'm so confused, and the laundry is waiting to be worked on again.