I’ve been sitting on a growing pile of clean laundry for nearly two weeks now. I get some folded, but then find myself (really?) piling a new load of clean laundry on top of the folded pile day after day after day. And then when I’m at my wit’s end looking for the only red shirt OLM will wear it all gets dumped out and I have to start again.
If I had to choose I would say that folding laundry and putting it away immediately is my biggest pet peeve. I’m told I have a mental block when it comes to this nasty chore and if I’d only do it ‘this way and that way and do it right away’ my troubles would be over. That may work for some…
Here’s what happens on a typical morning…
I make the bed, put the clean laundry in the basket on the bed, wash a load of laundry, pull a few items out to wear because ‘why should I fold it if I’m just going to wear it?’, and before I know it, the folded laundry gets mixed in with the unfolded, and the process repeats itself.
It certainly doesn’t help that OLM’s favourite game is to play hide and seek in the *thankfully* clean laundry pile.
The nighttime routine goes something like this.
Go into the bedroom, flip on the light, look at the pile of laundry on the bed, sigh, put all the laundry back in the basket, some folded some not, move it to the floor, get into bed, forget to turn off the light, look at the growing pile, cringe, flip off the light, climb into bed and fall asleep before my head hits the pillow.
Today I intended to tackle the mountain of laundry on the bed but like most other days I find other things to do. Like write about it. If you are a writer you’ll know that the process is not only rewarding but cathartic so I may get it sorted in my head enough to actually get to it. TODAY!
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