Something on your “to-do list” that never gets done.
Laundry. It’s never actually done. I’m good about getting it through the washer and dryer, but that whole idea of folding it and putting it away? Ew. And there’s only two of us living here! Why is there so much of it?! My husband asserts that I wear every piece of clothing I own every week. I do not. When I was heavy into running, I did produce more dirty clothes because my running gear was thrown in the mix. I think now it’s just because I don’t like to rewear the t-shirts I sleep in. I’ll rewear a pair of jeans multiple times. A shirt I’ve slept in though? Not happening. Though now is a good time to wear a shirt to bed more than once. It’s cold and so I don’t sweat at night. In any case, there’s always something to be washed. Laundry is like cockroaches. When the nuclear apocalypse happens, only the cockroaches and my laundry will survive.
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