Folding laundry is for overachievers. So it's not for me.
I like to operate in the margins and do things a little different.....and I hate folding...... and I'm lazy.
Sexy computer babe, Bill Gates, said it best:
I'm a clean freak so I wash my kids clothes, pajamas, blankets, and finger-less Micheal Jackson gloves every time they wear them. Even if they only wore it for a couple of hours.
Kids are gross.
I don't need dirty clothes fouling up my clean house.
And, I really don't like smelling boogers, dirt, and boy sweat.
I like when they smell like toxic chemicals like bleach, detergent, and fabric softener.
That's right. I routinely sniff my children.
I know this compulsion creates more laundry for me, but I am too messed up in the head to stop the washing madness.
Washing and drying the clothes is no big deal.
It's the folding that cramps my mom-ing style.
I hate folding laundry because:
- It's sooooo boring.
What I meant was that I don't have a long attention span for boring stuff.
- I hate it.
- It's annoying.
- It gets ruined by my kids.
Inevitably, one the them drops and entire stack on the way and everything I worked so hard for is ruined.
Then those little punks scurry through their drawers like rats and unfold everything. I know my fellow mom's feel my pain on this one.
- It's stupid.
- I'm an adult and don't have to fold laundry if I don't want to. So there's that.
A few years ago I realized that folding clothes is not necessary. You can still live a happy and fulfilled life if your undies are in wads and your shirts are shoved in a bin.
I still sort all the clothes so they are easy to find.
I'm non-nonchalant about folding but a little obsessive when it comes to organization.
Every clothing type has a designated space.
I bought a bunch of hooks to hang the kids nicer shirts and jackets on.
I got them at the Container Store and they are ridiculously useful. Hooks are so easy even T-Bag Tyler can hang up his shirts.
You know what else?
I refuse to iron anything except my hair.
Downy makes an enchanting product called wrinkle release and it actually works.
Spray that stuff on and you are good to go.
And it smells clean and fresh.
By the way, Husband does his own laundry, which is braggable.
He builds me furniture like a man and washes his own clothing like a woman. He also puts the toilet seat down.
He is so romantic.
These actions make up for the time when he bought me that apology dong.
If I was strong enough to stop folding, then so are you. (Unless you honestly enjoy folding, in that case you fold your little heart out. I respect your laundry decisions.)
It's time to make a stand against the establishment. Stick it to the Man and stop folding laundry. They can't control you anymore.
You can be lazy about laundry if you really put your mind to it.
YOU CAN DO HARD THINGS.
Good luck comrade.
