I hate folding laundry. Let me rephrase that: I hate putting away laundry. I don’t know why, since I don’t uniformly hate all household chores. I actually like washing the dishes. But sorting through freshly laundered items and folding/hanging them neatly away? No, thank you.
So it is not especially surprising that I procrastinated the sheet folding until the very last moment. The whole not-getting-home-before-10-pm every night last week thing probably didn’t help either. So at 4:20 yesterday afternoon,when I had 10 minutes before I had to leave for church (after which I was headed to dinner and a concert), I thought to myself, “Crap! I have to fold that sheet!”
And you know what? In 10 minutes, I had that sheet neatly folded and in the linen closet. Even after I had to pick about 100 little tiny hairballs off of it (it was being used to shield the couch from dog hair). Which made me think that maybe, just maybe, I could stand doing that amount of housework at a time, and eventually, those little bits might actually add up to a relatively clean and organized house on a regular basis.
Now, if only the Nashville water restrictions were lifted so that I could actually DO some dishes and laundry…