When the girls were infants, I was a nutcase about most everything…including laundry. I treated each and every stain (and there were a lot of those!)…including stains on washcloths, burp cloths, and bibs.
Eventually, as we were nearing the point of needing a second mortgage to finance our OxiClean consumption, I began to let the burp cloths and washcloths slide. And later I even began to let the bibs go. [I have always maintained a laser focus on all outerwear, though!]
Once the laundry was done, I had a complex system for sorting, folding, and putting things away. The craziest one was probably my washcloth classification.
On average I had six or eight different brands of washcloths. I sorted each brand into piles. And then I organized the piles by preference. My very favorite washcloths were on the top of the pile, followed by my next favorite…the bottom of the pile was home to the washcloths I didn’t like very much, the ones that – if I did laundry frequently enough – I wouldn’t even have to use. Score!
It’s only been within the past year that I abandoned my washcloth classification system. It’s actually made a positive difference in the time it takes to fold the girls’ laundry!
Over the past few months, I’ve been having the girls “help” me in the house from time to time. It’s still much easier to fold laundry after hours, when they’re in bed, but I do it during the day occasionally so they can have a hand in it.
I’m so proud of myself for turning over the washcloth stacking duty to the girls. The pile of washcloths is now a far cry from its heyday three years ago, but it works.
The washcloths are stacked…not very neatly…and not even facing the same way…and certainly not grouped by brand. Baby A did sort them by color one day last week, though, and I couldn’t help but beam.
The next frontier is the girls’ sock bin. Baby A has just learned to “ball” socks together. By three-year old standards, I think she does an excellent job…but there go my beautiful, uniform rows of socks.
Deep breaths. I can do this. One day, I might even turn over the silverware drawer. Maybe.