This picture speaks louder than a thousand words. I have been doing a lot of boring stuff today, like washing clothes. In all honesty, I don’t mind washing, I just hate the process of hanging up all the wet clothes and then trying to put them away.
First of all, I always drop at least half of my wet load of clothes on the floor when I try to take them out of the washing machine. Now, since I don’t have a cleaner who regularly comes and cleans my house, it is safe to say that the floor is far away from being clean, which kind of takes away the essence from the whole ‘clean clothes’ scenario once they have actually fallen on the dirty floor (because the clothes are wet and all the dirt and dust just stick to them like flies stick to sugar).
Second of all, there is never enough space to hang up all the wet clothes. This results in that I have to spread out my clothes on various places in the house; on different (dusty) radiators, staircases, hangers, you name it! In theory, this wouldn’t be a problem, if the clothes actually dried rather quickly. But they don’t… I can turn up the heating to 40C in the house, stand and dry them with my hair dryer, it doesn’t help. Sometimes I truly feel like my clothes have a conspiracy against me.
Last, but not least, there is the issue of space. When my clothes are clean, and dry, and oh so very ready to be put away in their places, there’s never enough room in my wardrobe or my chest of drawers to fit them all in! Now what is that about!? I mean, I have gone through the steps above, been frustrated and angry, on the verge of tears and close to throwing them all out and set them on fire, and when I finally think I can get them out of the way and not stress about it, they won’t fit anywhere! So I need to keep them out on my sofa, where they sit and haunt me…
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