last night we got home from a late night out. It was roughly 11:00PM. chase and i were both so tired to even be alive and were ready to crash in bed only to be greeted by a large mountain of clean laundry right where i wanted to be laying.
Chase: can we just toss this on the floor?
Bethany: no, we have to fold this before we go to sleep. if we put it on the floor tonight i will never fold it and you will be pulling wrinkly clothes out of baskets when you get ready for the next week. (true story. happens
all time time occasionally.)
Chase: we could sleep on the couch?
Laundry rules my life. Worlds worst chore.
Why do clothes have to get dirty anyway??
(and in case you're wondering, yes. i folded the laundry (all by myself) before we went to sleep in our bed.)