i. hate. laundry...

I. Hate. Laundry. Period. For those of you who know me, I'm a total clean freak. Serious clean freak. Freakishly clean freak. I'm always cleaning, tidying up, wiping up...cleaning, cleaning, cleaning. It's an obsession. Serious obsession. I can't stop. Not a healthy one - probably - but an obession all the same. I'm a bit OCD when it comes to my house. But laundry, I hate. Seriously. H. A. T. E. Hate. I can clean the clothes all damn day, but don't expect me to actually fold them an put them away. And since having children, it seems the task of laundry has gotten more difficult for me. I have piles (and I mean piles) of clean laundry on top of the ironing board, the baby bassinet (don't ask why we haven't actually stored that away), the futon, the chair, the shelves in my closet. You name it - I pile laundry on top of it. The ONLY time it gets folded is if we have company coming over. Then I hurry like the dickens to get it all folded OR I end up throwing it ALL in my closet so the place looks clean. If only I could have the power to blink my eyes and make it all disappear. Ahh, that would be nice.