MamaKat's Prompt: The one place in my life that I know better, but haven’t been able to do better is…
There are a lot of areas in my life where I know better but don't do better. I could devote an entire blog to all those things. But for this one, little post I'll narrow it down to one thing: Laundry. I know better, but I don't do better.
I know that I should separate everything out based on color or type of clothing, but I don't. I know that I should immediately hang up the hanging clothes as soon as they are removed from the dryer, but I don't. I know that I should promptly respond to the buzz that tells me another load is ready to be moved through, but I don't. I know that I should never forget about a load and leave it sitting in the washer overnight, but I do. And I know that I shouldn't dump a day's worth of laundry on the bed, leave it there until bedtime and then push it off into the empty baskets on the floor to deal with another day, but I do.
I know better because my mama taught be better. I followed all these rules while growing up. I remember sorting out clothes with my brother and spending the day washing, drying, hanging up, folding and putting away clothes until all the laundry was finished. No clothes were left behind.
But something changed when I was left to my own laundry devises. I'm a huasfrau now, so I have no excuse for the piles of laundry that take over my bathroom on a regular basis. I just hate laundry. I loathe it. Detest it. It's the worst chore.
I know better. I really, really do. But I don't do better.