Underwear is Everywhere
Have I ever told you that I’m completely unorganized, a half-ass cleaner, and I HATE doing laundry?
Well I am and I do. And when we moved into this house, all of those wonderful traits I mentioned reared their ugly heads ten-fold. Ha… pun intended.
I’ve always had this weird knack for storing my laundry in places where they probably shouldn’t be stored: underneath the bed, behind my pillow, stuffed in a corner of my closet, on the floor…
And being that we have so much more space than the one bedroom we used to share over a year ago, I decided that maybe I should corral my underwear and such in to one place that’s easy to find, easy to access and sanitary. I’m sure our friends and family appreciate this effort – especially my Marm, who is the world’s only creature that actually likes to clean. I shudder at the thought.
So I thought to myself, what’s the easiest way to handle this situation? Boxes.
And not just any boxes, glorious lime-green fabric boxes that match my Cinco de Mayo/St. Patty’s Day dress…
Why boxes? Because honestly, who’s going to actually fold their underwear and organize them into neat little drawers? Maybe Marm, but definitely not me. And again, since I HATE doing laundry (mostly the putting away part), having these boxes will allow me to just throw everything in their designated place and I don’t have to worry about it.
Now I can find everything, the place
is looks a lot cleaner, and I don’t have to fold any undies.
So there you have it, I just aired out all of my dirty laundry in public. But at least now, there’s not underwear everywhere…