Here is my confession: for the past few weeks I have had several tubs of clean clothes at the end of my bed. In the mornings after I make my bed, I dump the piles on the bed and we stir around to find what people are looking for. As clothes get washed, they just get added to the pile. I usually make a mental note to do some folding that day "when I get a chance." At about 10:00 each night, when I can barely keep my eyes open anymore, I rake all the clothes off the bed back into the baskets and hope for better luck tomorrow in the folding department. There it is. The truth is out.
But today will be different. Today I have on my fighting shoes. When I made the bed this morning and dumped the piles, I told them that this would be the day of their defeat! :)
|Just in case you thought I was exaggerating; here is documented proof! ;)|