I have a confession:
I never fold.
I wash and I dry, but I don’t fold.
Piles of clean clothes and textiles, fresh from the drier or the line are moved from place to place until they finally return to the laundry.
During the day they wait on the bed, hoping to be folded soon.
At night they are thrown on the dresser or even on the floor in the corner of the bedroom dedicated to exactly that.
Today I made a tactical mistake. I wanted to clear the floors, but I also wanted to make my bed, so I put everything in Uri’s bed.
Ofcourse Uri fell asleep before I cleared his bed and so I put him in our bed.
I wouldn’t mind him sleeping in our bed at all, if it weren’t for the fact that I told Noah he can’t sleep in our bed and it’s not really fair.
Sometimes I make up my mind, and fold one item. Sometimes I fold even more. But I never fold all the laundry.
It’s something that I can’t bring myself to do.