I'm pretty good at my job, I like to think. I like to clean and keep a tidy house, so housewifing isn't all that difficult or unpleasant for me. But everyone has small struggles in their field, I guess, and mine would be laundry. I cannot stay on top of laundry. And I trrrrrry. And I faaaaail.
We just got our spring/summer stuff down from the attic. And by "just", I do mean 3 weeks ago. The boxes sat in the hall for about a week and a half. Then I moved them into a closet for a couple days - I figured that if I wasn't going to do anything about them, I should probably just move them out of sight so I could stop talking about them, too.
But, then I remembered them. Or, Nate reminded me of them because he found and wanted to wear the too small Phillies jammies that I saved for Mattie. That was a whole different crisis.
So, last night before I went to sleep, I dumped all of the boxes of clothes onto the floor so that they would be in my way big time and I'd HAVE to do something about them. Kinda pathetic that it has to reach this drastic extreme, don'tcha think?
Well, it's working. When I woke up, I threw a load in before I even started the coffee pot. As of right now, I have about five loads washed, dried and folded and three more loads to wash, four to fold. Of spring/summer boxed up shit. Then I have a load or two of our regular clothes. Then towels. And the sheets I never washed on Sunday when I changed everyone's bedding.
And then there's the new problem of piles of folded clothes that are all over my house... on the coffee table, on one of the sofa's in the living room, in baskets all around the place... little piles of everyone's stuff, separated and ready to be put away. Putting away is hard for me, too.
Housewifery is tough work, yo.
We just got our spring/summer stuff down from the attic. And by "just", I do mean 3 weeks ago. The boxes sat in the hall for about a week and a half. Then I moved them into a closet for a couple days - I figured that if I wasn't going to do anything about them, I should probably just move them out of sight so I could stop talking about them, too.
But, then I remembered them. Or, Nate reminded me of them because he found and wanted to wear the too small Phillies jammies that I saved for Mattie. That was a whole different crisis.
So, last night before I went to sleep, I dumped all of the boxes of clothes onto the floor so that they would be in my way big time and I'd HAVE to do something about them. Kinda pathetic that it has to reach this drastic extreme, don'tcha think?
Well, it's working. When I woke up, I threw a load in before I even started the coffee pot. As of right now, I have about five loads washed, dried and folded and three more loads to wash, four to fold. Of spring/summer boxed up shit. Then I have a load or two of our regular clothes. Then towels. And the sheets I never washed on Sunday when I changed everyone's bedding.
And then there's the new problem of piles of folded clothes that are all over my house... on the coffee table, on one of the sofa's in the living room, in baskets all around the place... little piles of everyone's stuff, separated and ready to be put away. Putting away is hard for me, too.
Housewifery is tough work, yo.
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