I have been busy for as long as I can remember. That's just my personality. Even if--by most standards--nothing needs to be done, I will be on the go. When I was working, I spent a lot of evenings and weekends doing laundry, cleaning and catching up on my reading list that always grows faster than I can keep up with. Especially if I have a hard copy of something, I have to read it so I can throw it away. And nothing makes me happier than emptying my email inbox.
When Keaton was born he wanted to be held 24/7. So if I was to do anything else it had to be worth his tears. And I'm a softy, so there wasn't much that qualified. I basically reassessed everything I thought "had to" be done. One day I was doing laundry and it occurred to me: folding towels is a collosal waste of time. So now I put them in a jumbled mess and they dry us just as well. I can understand folding clothes because they get wrinkled and you can't find what you're looking for otherwise. But towels? Who cares if they're wrinkled?
I can't believe this never occured to me before. I have been folding towels my whole life. I wonder what other useless things I just accept without question.
The irony: Right now, Keaton is tugging on my leg and begging me to play with him.
So happy! Welcome to blogging, Michelle!
ReplyDeleteYour next post should be about making beds.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to the sentiment. Practical if 1)you have lots of space and 2)you have solemn word from everyone involved that they won't put dirty towels back in the pile. I'm just glad hardly anything needs ironed anymore.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you have a blog! I miss being in Utah with ya'll!
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