I am pretty sure I did about eight loads like this over the weekend. Ugh, I hate laundry. And I can't help but comment that is probably the ugliest laundry basket I have ever seen. No wonder I would avoid it.
This cartoon reminds me of my childhood.
When I was younger my mom would constantly tell me to pick up my room before the cleaning ladies came. Every child, myself included, is always flabbergasted as to why they have to clean before the "cleaning ladies" come to do their job. It would get to the point where my mom would go into my room and pick up the clothes on the floor herself. I was amazed and thought I had won the war when I came back and my room was all picked up from her doing. It took a few weeks before I realized she had put all the things she picked up in trash bags and stored them in her closet. I was only allowed one item back for a week at a time, and I had to keep my room spotless or all the rest went to Goodwill. "If you can't take care of your things by putting them away then you don't deserve to have them."
It's a good thing that rule doesn't apple today or I would have next to nothing in my house right now.
The organization of my life continues.
