Order in the Chaos

Talking to Steve yesterday, we were discussing who would do what menial task before we had to head off to church. Taking the washing off the line or doing the washing up. (Gosh, it's moments like these that you know you are a real grown up adult person. :P Sigh. I suppose it had to happen sometime.)

I say: "I'd rather take the washing off the line, because I can do it in order so it's easy to put away. It's the little things like this that remind me that there is a small amount of order in my otherwise chaotic life. It makes me happy."

Steve replies: "Don't your two daughters make you happy?"

"Not like the washing; they are responsible for all the chaos."