No Reasonable Explanation

I've already admitted that I do my laundry in the most haphazard way: Everything gets washed together and then frequently sits in the laundry basket for day waiting to get folded. Hey, but it gets done. I've also allowed that I never ever make the beds, and I was (not) doing this long before the dust mites article came along. So why is it that I can't seem to let go of the most ridiculous, useless, unappreciated (nay, not even requiring appreciation!) task in the world? Every week after Sue cleans the house, I launder the cleaning rags for the next time. OK, that makes sense. But then I fold them. Huh? What's up with that? For two weeks I just tossed them all in the pail in the cleaning closet, but I couldn't stand it anymore, and now I'm back to folding. Even Nancy doesn't fold her rags. Sheesh.

Comments

[Mark]

I feel funny adding fabric softener to my cleaning rag load, and yet I still do it every time.

I don't, however, fold them.

[Karen]

And I no longer add the Bounce sheet but can't stop folding! Go figure.

[Tonya]

I had to laugh! I always feel in a panic over the weekends to get those rags washed for the cleaning lady, and I've never given it a second thought but YES, I FOLD THEM!

[Karen]

OK, so now either I'm not nuts or WE'RE BOTH NUTS!