which means I was up before the crack of dawn to get two loads of laundry done. I actually sneak into the laundry room a bit early, not supposed to be doing laundry before 7am, because a) I don't want to have to do the laundry room dance of go there, washers being used, go back. Rinse and repeat - cha cha cha and b) there is no a/c in the laundry room and that place gets sauna hot right quick, by the afternoon you do not want to in there.
Doing laundry involves a lot of bending and bending is so not something I can, or should, do on a regular basis. By the time I get to the folding portion of this exercise I'm beat already and sometimes, just sometimes, like today, I wish I could just throw the clothes into the laundry basket and then just throw them into the drawers - any old harum-scarum way.
But nooo - I gots to fold them sharp and neat as I take them out of the dryer, one by one -
so when they get put away they look like this -
and this -
And also no, I have not drunk the Kondo kool-aid - I've always been this way. Trust me none of these items bring me joy, yet they are essential.
But sometimes, just sometimes, I just wish....