Last week, I finally caught up on laundry. After Christmas-break-craziness and a January of e-book-tunnel-vision, my Laundry Loveseat was finally back to being . . . just a loveseat.
All it took was one Family Folding Night. And the kids didn’t mind at all helping with the folding and putting away.
Actually, I’m just assuming they didn’t mind.
Because I actually didn’t ask them how they felt.
Since I don’t actually care.
Anyway, I was happy to finally be caught up, and then I opened my big mouth and volunteered to help out at the school for a few hours and have a meeting with my pastor about ideas for drama.
All on Monday. Laundry Day.
It’s now Wednesday afternoon, and I’m chugging along at getting it done.
Here’s the thing. Even if I don’t have a successful Laundry Day, just having a Laundry Day Mentality helps. Most housework doesn’t get to end with a Big Finish, but laundry can.
Two days later, I’m still working toward the Big Finish.
Monday morning (as I was VERY tempted to skip it) I realized what is the most important step of Laundry Day.
It’s the gather-every-single-piece-of-dirty-clothing-in-the-house-and-sort-it-before-I-wash-my-first-load step.
Yep. That’s the key.
Making random trips through the house looking for darks doesn’t work. I’ll miss two or three or twenty and suddenly . . . it will be way too logical to put off that quarter-load of Hubby’s socks until next week . . . and then the story of the Laundry That Is Never Truly Done will begin again.
If I wait until I’ve emptied every last hiding place for dirty clothes, I know that all I have to do is work my way through those piles. Even if working through them takes two days (and newly-dirty undies appear in hampers), all I have to worry about are those piles. I can know (not guess) that the newly-dirtied things . . . are next Monday’s problem.