Laundry Day and Other Folding Tales

My alarm clock lightly buzzed as I hopped out of bed, opened my shades to a gray sky as I trotted towards my dreaded laundry basket. I want to note here that I am a world class procrastinator, and I thought closing the lid would be a great way to politely “forget” about it. If I can’t see the laundry pile, then it’s out of my mind. Nonetheless, today was the second most unjoyful day aside from drawer rearranging, which would be laundry day. It’s not that I dislike putting my dirty laundry in the washer and putting it in the drier to get it warm and soft. Rather, it's the monotonous waiting time while my washer hums incessantly. I find myself doing one million and one things during this lag time, and forget about my sopping wet laundry getting wrinkled by the minute. Of course I then scramble to put everything in the drier, and repeat. One of the most enjoyable portions of my laundry routine would have to be folding everything. Not that I’ve ever understood what it was about folding something and making it symmetrical (yes, I’m a perfectionist, even with my own laundry) and putting it in a nice pile to be returned to its proper “home”. As I’m sure you also know, I am a proud cat owner, and the warm blankets are simply irresistible material for napping cats. The blanket that I had spent so long folding, winds up filled to the brim with cat hair and a cat-sized crevice. I look at my napping cat in all his feline-acquired wisdom, curled on that freshly-washed blanket in utter contentment. Let’s all take a lesson from my cat, and fold our own warm blankets of contentment. Nobody else will do it for us.