I like organizing. This is why the sorting-of-the-laundry provides such joy for me.
Place dark, normal wash items in sorter next to white items next to dark, gentle wash items. Towels in a basket and sheets straight in the washing machine.
However, this organizing gift seems to diasppear the moment the clothes are clean. I like the process of hanging clothes (two quick slides and - poof - done!) but the folding? Not so much.
This may stem from the fact that growing up there was no real time to fold all ten loads of clothes every day. And so, we would have to "FOLD" every week. And when I say fold, I mean three hours, of at least three people folding, sorting, matching, etc.
With two of us, this task is much less daunting, however, I think my psyche still recoils when the clean laundry appears in the dryer. You'd think that with the ease of modern machinery, I'd be able to push past my fears, fold the few items and put them away!
With this analysis now complete, guess what I'm off to do?
Верующий Гагарин и прочий трешняк
1 week ago