Know why I hate laundry day?
It's not the folding of socks.....I like matching them up. Even the ones that look like they don't really match except for the wear and tear---at least they sort of look like they've been worn together at some point.
I don't mind the T-shirts because I get a kick out of rolling them.
(side note: All his T's came out pinkish this time. I think a new washcloth got detained in the first go-round)
I don't mind the pants because I know how to shake and fold them with creases and stick them on a hanger.
I like folding the boxers into a neat little square.
Towels are a piece of cake....
But I for darn sure hate making the bed with a fitted sheet.
I have to psyche myself up for the chore and remember that I may want to sleep here later.
How come no matter how much you pull, a sheet that came off the bed an hour earlier will not fit on the mattress after the laundry is done?
I start with one corner, then go to the end.
Next time, I start with one corner and go to the oposite corner.
Then I find a sock that matches one lone one hiding in the folds that I had given up on as a mate for Match.com.
Take a breath and try this again.....
Lift up the mattress and hold it up with my knee....there you go. I got it! Go to the other side before it rejects the operation!
Ok, now I have the fitted sheet on, and hopefully if it pops off it will pop off on his side first.
I'm the one who did the laundry. I'm the one who put a square peg in a round hole.
If it pops off, You sleep on the bare mattress.
And I get a few new pink nightshirts to sleep in! At least until I buy some bleach.
Sheet....this just ain't right.....
