My mother, the one who knows where to put EVERYthing, gave me a piece of advice many times through the years that really didn’t make any sense to me.
She said to put my pajamas under my pillow to be worn the next night.
Great trick . . . except that I rarely wore the same pajamas two nights in a row because they had been shucked-and-dropped randomly on a floor covered with other randomly shucked-and-dropped clothing, and therefore blended in too well.
And . . . since my bed was never made (and I do mean never), there really wasn’t anywhere to stick them.
Now that my bed is made every morning, and my floor is . . . . well . . . . less often covered in clothes, I’ve realized that she really did know what she was talking about! Go Mom!
And yes, I considered turning-right-side-out/un-wadding/folding-neatly my pajamas before taking the picture.
But I decided to be honest.
I may be a slob-in-recovery, but I have a long way to go.