Do you ever have to "force the issue" with yourself?
I do.
I spend all of this energy gathering, dragging down to the laundry room, washing, drying, and folding my clothes, I place them in the basket, haul it upstairs, throw the basket on the floor of my closet and there it sits. . . for days. I pull clothes out to wear, and dirty clothes accidently mix themselves in. It is not good. So occasionally, I have to force the issue with myself. I dump the entire contents on the bed. If I want to go to bed, I have to put them away.
Last night, I forced the issue with myself. Hubby wanted to go to bed, but it was covered with my clothes. After a small amount of whining, he crawled under the covers, under the entire pile and fell asleep. I put everything away, even arranged my shoes.
Here is the part that kills me, if I just would have done that in the first place, I wouldn't have been up till 11:30 putting my damned clothes away. Could this be a life lesson on TLC? Sort of like the "Dating is awkward, but so is becoming the crazy cat lady?" Except mine would be, "Even housework has a finish line, cross it."
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DUUUUUUUDE - I have this VERY SAME ISSUE. AJ hates that I leave clothes in my clothesbasket for weeks - maybe even months. In fact, I even have an acronym for my clean clothesbasket and he knows what it means - CCB. I will just let the dirty clothes pile up in the other clothesbasket (don't, whatever you do, DON'T get another clothesbasket) and then when the dirty clothesbasket (DCB) is overflowing, I go wash my clothes and refill the CCB. But then, AJ finally agreed to a housekeeper. And since my closet is too full for me to stuff my CCB to get it out of the way of her cleaning, I HAVE TO put my clothes away. The CCB only sits there for 2 weeks at the most. It was quite brilliant on my part - it's how I got AJ to agree to a housekeeper. BUt now the DCB has no use or purpose in life ... Maybe I'll grow some plants there or something. Any ideas?
There has to be some sort of camping utility for an old clothes basket. I can just feel it!
I have a clean clothes basket in the middle of my living room right now. All it has in it is socks and underwear, but somehow, I can't put them away. Maybe it's a generational problem.
Great Oppressor J has the same habit, but so does Great Oppressor B so no one gets mad unless the other one puts dirty clothes on top of the CCB. Usually there is no DCB until right before one of them runs out of things to wear and is forced to gather the lint/dust/Sid hair-covered clothes from the floor and place them in the basket. I live with animals.
I don't even bother with the baskets. I simply have the clean clothes pile and the dirty clothes pile. Oh, and the "these should really go to the dry cleaners, but I may wear it again" pile.
Hey Connie, I think we're in good company!
I am so glad I have a two bedroom; the clean clothes are piled high on the couch in the library/office area waiting to be ironed and such. ;)
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