I keep up with laundry.
Really . . . I do.
For over a year now, I’ve been doing all of our laundry on Mondays, and that system works for us.
And for my Slob Brain.
No more one-load-a-day-delusions that just end in the same one load being washed every day for a week because I keep forgetting to put it in the dryer.
But then, similar to the my-own-bathroom-doesn’t-count problem I faced last week, evidently my own laundry doesn’t count. At least the laundry that is strewn around my master bedroom.
Under the bed.
Behind the dresser.
Under the laundry basket. (Irony of all ironies . . . I know.)
After Normal Friend helped me clean my master bedroom and didn’t allow me to leave any floor-space ignored, I had A LOT of laundry to do. Which means that I had a lot of laundry to fold.
And put away.
And . . . there’s the problem. Once it’s all clean, I see that my drawers aren’t anywhere near big enough for all of the clothes that I need to put in them.
Or . . . perhaps . . . . I have too many clothes.
Haven’t I acknowledged this exact same problem with my kids’ clothes before?
Why is it so much harder to acknowledge it about myself?
And here it is again, the reminder to go here and vote for A Slob Comes Clean. Pretty please . . . ?