This morning I was transferring my kid's closet from winterish to summerish (already in the 80s here... sigh...) and I was doing my usual folding and tucking and then I snapped.
She never folds. She rams things willy-nilly into her drawers and hangs her nice things up as if they were dead chickens.
My husband never folds and never buttons. Because of this, he can never find things. I redid his entire closet so it would smell nice (because, well, it didn't) and so we could stop the endless "HONEEEEEY, WHERE IS MY SUPER SUIT?!" conversations, but he persists in slinging worn items on hooks on the side, where they funk up all the clean things; mixing his seasons all together to tshirts get hidden by flannel; and stuffing folded stuff on top of other stuff without seeing if the new stuff will mash the old stuff.
So that's it. I quit. I am not going in after them any more. They want to treat their clothes this way? Bless them and enjoy. I will hand them clean and folded items and after that ON THEIR HEAD BE IT.
I am going to go look at my clean, orderly, sweet-scented closet now and enjoy a respite from the madness.
She never folds. She rams things willy-nilly into her drawers and hangs her nice things up as if they were dead chickens.
My husband never folds and never buttons. Because of this, he can never find things. I redid his entire closet so it would smell nice (because, well, it didn't) and so we could stop the endless "HONEEEEEY, WHERE IS MY SUPER SUIT?!" conversations, but he persists in slinging worn items on hooks on the side, where they funk up all the clean things; mixing his seasons all together to tshirts get hidden by flannel; and stuffing folded stuff on top of other stuff without seeing if the new stuff will mash the old stuff.
So that's it. I quit. I am not going in after them any more. They want to treat their clothes this way? Bless them and enjoy. I will hand them clean and folded items and after that ON THEIR HEAD BE IT.
I am going to go look at my clean, orderly, sweet-scented closet now and enjoy a respite from the madness.