My body has had me up since 6 because it thinks I should be going into work.
WRONG!
So I am doing Laundry.
Laundry is a chore I do not mind.
You dump in some soap, push in some clothes and BINGO!
your done until it's dry and repeat 30 minutes later.
I also get a kick out of sorting and folding clothes because I can do that while watching ER.
My problem comes in after everything is clean and sorted.
I have an strange phobia about actually putting my clothes away....
I have two dressers and a closet, yet all my clothes live in either 3 laundry baskets or on my floor.
My mom hates that I keep laundry in her laundry baskets, instead of my 2 big empty dressers.
Most Saturdays she gets sick of it, dumps all my clothes into one laundry baskets and says
"I'd really appreciate it if you would but your clothes away."
She says it in her best "Mom" voice.
The one that has an Dolores Umbridge quality to it.
It comes out all sugary and sweet, but there is an edge to her voice that tells you see will make you life miserable you you do not conform to the P.W.P.A.T.L.L.Y.M.S club.
But let's be honest..... I never paid my 1 Sickle and a Knut to join that club.
Long live C.L.I.M.B
People Who Put Away Their Laundry Like Their Mother Said
Clothes Living In Mom's Baskets
