I hate putting away laundry.
Picking up dirty laundry? Don’t mind!
Schlepping the laundry down to the washer, switching it over to the dryer, and schlepping it back upstairs? Don’t mind!
Putting the laundry away once it’s clean?
OMGWTFBBQ CANNOT HANDLE.
So, it all ends up in the spare room on the guest bed, aka: The Laundro-Bed:
Sometimes I get as far as separating out my clothes and my husband’s clothes into their own piles, but that’s really about as far as I ever get in terms of taking care of any of it unless there’s the imminent threat of company coming over. Which, let’s be honest, I’m basically a fucking hermit so those occasions are blessedly few and far between.
By sharing my laundro-bed with you, I’m attempting to take a little of the sting of shame out of it for myself and for anyone else reading this that may have a similar situation. If putting away laundry is your jam then by all means you have my admiration, I wish you a lifetime of happy laundry-taking-care-of, and perhaps we could work out some sort of arrangement where I make you gelato and you take care of my laundry (seriously, call me)! But, if you’re someone who has a hard time getting it done for whatever reason and you maybe mentally beat yourself up over it, I’d like to offer you a little cuddle and a reminder that not putting away the laundry is not the end of the world. It’s not even like, the pebble that gets kicked off the side of a cliff that causes the avalanche that maybe buries some hikers. That’s kind of dark, but you get my point, I think. You are more than your un-done household chores. You’re a valuable and loved person even if your guest bed is full of laundry and your t-shirts are a little bit wrinkled.
I HATE THIS TOO! I don’t have a laundro-bed, but I do often have a floordrobe. I am happy to fold, sort, and put away everything EXCEPT for things that have to be hung up on hangers in the closet. I HATE PUTTING THINGS IN CLOSETS.
SAME! I don’t mind folding / rolling stuff (I Kon-Mari’ed the shit out of my dresser when we moved, so now I’m a t-shirt roller and I’m NEVER GOING BACK) and putting it in drawers, but hanging things up irrationally annoys me and I just don’t do it unless under duress.
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