Assembly line Sunday

Three baskets of clean laundry have been staring at me from the couch since Thursday. Today they finally won the standoff.

Assembly line Sunday

Jake disappeared to run errands the moment I started creating my elaborate sorting system on the living room floor. Smart man. He knows when to evacuate. Meanwhile I’m here playing Tetris with t-shirts and trying to remember if that striped sweater goes in my drawer or his.

The folding assembly line in full swing

The methodical folding is actually kind of meditative once you get into a rhythm. Though I discovered we apparently own seventeen pairs of black socks between us and I have no idea how that happened. Pretty sure they’re multiplying when I’m not looking.

Two hours later and I can see the couch again. Small victories, people. Small victories.