|one huge mountain|
Admit it--folding clothes is a chore, a mindless chore. I do get an inordinately weird satisfaction when I see piles of clean, sweet smelling clothing ready to put away. It has always been that way with me, sweet satisfaction from seeing my children's clothing folded, but along the way it is mostly mind-numbing, mindless drudgery.
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However, I do get lots of thinking done. Hey, I thought up this post. Oh, not so hot post? Whatever. Seriously, I have written college papers in my head, dreamed up the next thing to sew for a daughter, found a way to afford things for my children--all while folding clothes.
When I was a new wife, I could never even hope my mother would tell my sister to fold MY clothes at MY house. No, they were mine, all mine. So, I devised a way to make folding clothes less painful.
Folding clothes is all about reducing a mountain of dried wash to neat piles. Right? I figured out a way to diminish the mountain quickly.
The first piece I fold is always the largest, the nearest towel to the top of the heap. Then, another towel and another. By the time the towels are folded, there is maybe a 3/4 of the pile diminished but not 3/4 of the job done. Really, but is all about perception, not reality. I continue, pulling out all the hand towels, then wash clothes, maybe all the socks.
The initial boost in morale I get when I fold all the towels first is just what I need. I never fold less clothes, but it seems like it goes faster.
Okay, I need a distractor, too. I never had time to watch TV in the beginning of my marriage, what with college and demands I placed on myself, housekeeping standards. I have no, okay, low standards now, but I depend on a distractor. TV is my distractor. I wait until I want to watch something and drag out the clothes needing folding. Only, you cannot watch Revolution if you are folding clothes or typing like I am now.
Two loads and the TV await. So, I will just go now. My method of tricking me and distracting me works for me. How about you?
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Do you have a necessary but mindless chore that demands you trick yourself into thinking the work is going faster than it is. Do you have a distractor for all chores or a specific chore?