Sure, that title sounds a little kinky, but don’t worry, this post isn’t at all. What really happened is that I walked into our bedroom this afternoon and found this:
What is that? you ask. Well, that would be all my husband’s workout t-shirts and gym shorts on our bedroom floor. I guess he couldn’t find what he was looking for in his bureau drawer, so he decided that the best option would be to empty the contents of the entire drawer and toss them on the floor. He must have found what he was looking for because he went to his class at the gym, but he left everything else in a heap on the floor.
Now I’ve already washed, dried, folded and put all those workout clothes away in that drawer. And I’m certainly not doing it again. Sure, it’s pretty packed in there, but that’s because he refuses to get rid of anything — there’s tons of t-shirts in there that he doesn’t wear because he doesn’t like the fit or the color. Why not just get rid of them?? Then there will be tons of room in the drawer and then he can easily find the items he wants.
This makes total sense to me, but obviously not to my husband. He obviously thinks that there’s a laundry fairy that sweeps into our house every night just to re-fold clothing and return it to where it belongs. And I refuse to be that fairy even if he buys me a sparkly tiara, wings and a magic wand. Those clothes are going to sit right there where he left them!
I might re-fold them for a sparkly pair of flip flops…or a funky beaded bracelet…
Notes from a Self Quarantine 