Thursday, November 18, 2010
100 shirts and a pair of shorts.
I'm kinda weird about my laundry. I never let Colby help me. Or anyone for that matter. I'm quite a control freak. I wash it all in one day not load by load each day of the week. I really don't even mind laundry. The sorting, the washing and the folding are fairly enjoyable to me. I'd do it every day if I could trade it for some of the other chores I do on a daily basis. The hard part comes when its time to put it all away. The first thing to be put away is the boys' clothes. I'm very particular about the way their clothes are put away and I do it immediately so I always know where everything is. Then I put towels away because I like them to stay folded and sorted the way I do it. On and on from there until its time to put my clothes away. They are always very last. And usually by that time I've lost interest and am on to the next exciting Mommy task. And so they land on the chair.
As I was putting away MY clothes today I started doing some self searching about why I leave my clothes in a giant pile after I spend so much time being so particular. I came away with some interesting thoughts. In our household if there is something to be found I am the one that must find it. It must be a hidden clause in my job description or something. However, every once in a while I cannot be in two (or three or seven) places at once and the three boys are left to find things on their own. If I don't keep all PJs in the same exact place (2nd drawer, right side, matched & sorted by style) or all church shoes in the correct basket then no one would know what to do with themselves. And so I spend my time keeping everything organized in our family's chaotic style. Very little time is left to spend on my own things. But that's OK because I'm the only one that needs those things. So as long as I remember where I put it, I can find it. If I need a specific shirt, my chances are pretty good to find it between the belt hanging on the arm of the chair, under my jeans, next to that sweatshirt I wore last night.
And so today I tackled the chair. It felt good to get all my clothes back to their actual homes and I even found a pair of shorts mixed in there. The embarrassing part was when I could not remember the last time I wore shorts. Yikes.