confessions of a laundry piler

I've come out of my wine-induced haze enough to realize that I am late in posting this week! Here's my dirty little secret:

I am really awesome at doing laundry. Sorting, washing, drying, folding...I give our clothes the greatest of care. I even fold Chris' shirts that way his mama did (gag, I know).

But putting them away? Well, that's another story.


Our clothes are EVERYWHERE! In laundry baskets, on top of the dryer, on top of my bureau. Our guest room has become a "staging area" for clean and dirty clothes (though, thankfully, not at the same time.)







And, really, I can't even blame my husband. When we entered into that lovely state of holy matrimony, the very first compromise we made was this: Chris would do the dishes, and I would do the laundry. (This is simply because I loathe doing dishes, and he feels the same about washing clothes.) But, unlike me, Chris actually completes his task: he puts the dishes away every night. (Damn overacheiver.)


I could blame the fact that our house has very little storage area...but we all know that's BS. I'm just too darn lazy to go through the drawers, give away old clothes, etc, and re-organize. I always feel like I have better things to do - cooking dinner, working at night, spending quality time with the hubby.


And drinking wine.