The thing in this world of "Housework" that I hate the most. I don't mind washing it (I love my clothes to be clean), and I don't mind drying it (I like my clothes to be dry and smell good)....it's what happens AFTER the drying that I hate. Why can't all of my clothes just jump out of the dryer and go where it needs to be? The shirts and pants would be neatly on their hangers, the socks would be matched and put away, the towels would be neatly folded and arranged beautifully in their cabinet, and the underware would be neatly folded and hidden away for my eyes only. Unfortunately, my dryer didn't come from the Jetson's era, so I have this instead....
MOUNTAINS of clean laundry to greet me on my days off!
WOOOOOOO HOOOOOO!
(Oh, and about the lack of bedding on the bed.....Jameson decided he wanted to eat his waffles in bed....MY BED...yesterday morning, and GUESS where the syrup ended up?)
Well, last night my husband decided he actually wanted to SLEEP in OUR bed (picky, picky), so I had to tackle that mountain. SO.....here is this morning's view....
TAHHHHH DAHHHHHHH!
What a difference a day makes! (Not to mention the phone call I got last night from my sister-in-law saying she was coming for a "visit" this morning...I just hope she doesn't look in my closets..EEEK!)