It's finally Friday and I am so happy. However, there is a giant pile of unfolded laundry on my couch that has been sitting since Monday. I know, it's horrible. I swore to myself before I got married that I would NEVER do that! It was on my newlywed list, you know the list of things you will never do when you're married. I thought I would shave my legs everyday, vacuum every other day, have a date night once a week, never wear lounge pants to bed and never throw my laundry on the couch and leave it. Then reality set in, I certainly do not shave my legs everyday, we're lucky if I vacuum once a week, we have maybe 4 date nights a year, and I practically live in my Nike pants. But the laundry was my hold out.
For the first 10 months I was so good. I always threw the clean laundry on the bed and either folded it then or at least folded it and put it away before bed. Then one fateful night in March I was so tired, and so cold, and so grumpy ,I just threw the pile of clean clothes on the couch. I thought, "it's okay, I'll fold it first thing in the morning while I'm drinking my coffee". This however was not the case. Rather, I didn't feel like folding laundry first thing in the morning and then I got home from work to face giant pile of laundry. This condition has continued to spiral. This week was the worst yet, 5 days I have come home to that horrible pile of laundry. Monday I didn't get home from work until 8pm so after eating I just retreated to the bedroom. Then Tuesday, again I was at work until 8 so the last thing I wanted to do was laundry when I got home. Wednesday was youth group so I had to rush home to eat and then rush off to youth group. Then last night I was so exhausted and beat up from the week that Mr. P and I actually went out to dinner! (I know shocking behavior for us) And here we are, Friday and there is still laundry on the couch.