I do laundry twice a week. Mondays and Thursdays, or Tuesdays and Fridays. And yet, there never seems to be an end to it. I know this doesn't look like a lot, but note the basket which is overflowing behind the piles of folded clothes.
I could do laundry all day long, but when it comes to folding, we just don't see eye to eye.
Which would explain why our decor has changed from walkable carpet space, to baskets of clean clothes, and piles of clean clothes all over the bedroom floors. Yes, that is plural floor. In our bedroom and in the kids room. Because they do what we do. When our room is clean, so is theirs. When we carpet our floors with clothes, so do they.
Rugs? Who needs them? I have a family who goes through more than one outfit a day and a deep aversion to folding clothes.
