Day Two

The funny thing is, I really don't have anything to say this morning. But that never stopped me before. I folded all my laundry at 11:30 last night. My husband was fast asleep. The only thing worse than not being able to sleep is having to listen to someone else snore away while the minutes drag away. So, I folded laundry.

On laundry folding. . .

Why is it so difficult for my husband to fold clothes into any kind of shape that is easily recognized as folded? Okay, I'll admit it. I'm a little anal about how I fold clothes. I'm not like a Gap-bot or anything. I just feel that if you're going to take the time to fold them, it should be for a reason (i.e. to prevent unnecessary wrinkling). I know that he tries, but for heaven's sake! He wants to help, and I acknowledge that. But it's not really helping if I have to throw my shirts in the dryer on dewrinkle every day, you know?

So where does that leave me? Folding laundry at 11:30pm like a fugitive. I might be a little sleepy, but my jeans are neat and wrinkle free. Ahhhhhhhh. . . order at last.