The irony of writing about decluttering and organization while mount laundry looms in the farthest corner of my house is not lost on me.
I was reading a post by my blog buddy Mari and could relate to what she said about self-discipline and being an odd mix of a perfectionist and a procrastinator.
That is pretty much me in a nutshell.
I love it, in theory, when our house is neat and organized and clean. It’s just getting to that point is sometimes a challenge. I can’t complain about the household division of labor because the hubby ends up cooking much more than I do. I love a man who knows his way around the kitchen.
While I don’t mind vacuuming or loading the dishwasher or tidying up, I absolutely detest folding and putting away laundry. I’d rather scrub the kitchen floor with a toothbrush.
There’s got to be a clinical name for that disorder. And don’t tell me it rhymes with “hazy.” I’ve already thought of two words that could qualify.
If you have any tips for laundry haters, let me know. Otherwise I may found the charter chapter of LAA (Laundry Avoiders Anonymous.)