What is it about putting away clean clothes? I wash the dirty clothes without a problem, and I fold said clothes. But then they sit in the baskets..
Oh the baskets might migrate upstairs to the bedrooms, but unless our House Fairies come to the rescue those clothes go from clean basket to body to dirty basket without ever visiting the fabled land of the Dresser. Does this make our clothes sad? Do they talk amongst themselves about the Promised Land of Folded Rest, where they lay in neat piles and bask in the order of the drawers?
It is not like putting the clothes away takes that much time. Today I put away three baskets of clothes in under an hour, I could easily do this all the time, but I don't. Do I loose momentum since I tend to fold clothes after the girls are in bed or while Big E's asleep, and therefore I cannot immediately put the clothes away? Is it that seeing the empty laundry baskets immediately leads me to starting another load of wash? Do I only see the basket as half full? Does this make me a laundry pessimist or optimist? Do I abhor the vacuum of the empty basket? (I do abhor the vacuum...) Must my basket overflow with folded clothes? Oh the mysteries of the science of clean clothes. Oh, gotta go.. I feel the need to start a load, I've those empty baskets to fill.