[edited at lunch: You people are ROCKING. MY. WORLD.]
So, I have this dilemma and I need your help. It’s about laundry again. I know. The never-ending saga. Growing up, Mom did the laundry on Saturdays. We helped get it there, sort, etc., but Mom did the laundry. She also folded the laundry and then put it on her bed in stacks. Each person was responsible for clearing their stack by bedtime. Period.
I am the Chief Laundry Do-er at TexasNorth. Others in this household are aware of laundry, know where the machines are, and are periodically helpful in the process… but laundry falls under my umbrella. I realize I may have lost some of you already. S’ok. I recently found out that a great and responsible friend of mine, also a stay-at-home mom, does her own laundry but no one else’s. It’s just how it works in their house. It cracks me up, but that’s how it works. It’s like each house is its own planet.
SO: my dilemma. It appears to be two-fold (HA!).
1. I hate turning clothes right-side out. I get into a groove folding and just do not want to stop to flip every other t-shirt out correctly. So, they get folded the way the come out of the machine. Even mine. There are no favorites in this house.
2. I get tired. By the time I get the laundry folded, I just want to leave it in pretty stacks and let others deal with their own closet of doom organizational system.
Confession: I have a bit of a problem with *ahem* underachievement and am coming to terms with this. (This will be discussed again on Monday: U is for underachievment.) I want to be a good person. If it’s my job then I want to do it right. Am I silly or within the realm of normal? I wonder what life is like on your planet. Give me a little perspective. I’ll even let you be anonymous, but feel free to come clean in the comments 🙂