There’s nothing that stresses me out quite like the laundry does. It’s one of those things that just…piles up. Literally.
Ever since the baby was born, things like folding and putting away the laundry has become a basically impossible task. Because it’s quite hard to fold laundry while holding a baby. And he is not the biggest fan of being put down.
So, while the laundry is always clean and washed….that’s about it lately. It just sits in baskets in my room until the magical day comes that I have both the time and motivation to fold it and put it away.
But it stresses me out so much. It makes me room feel cluttered, it makes me feel like a failure, and it just gives me a lot of anxiety.
And the more anxious I get about it, the more it stresses me out, and the more I put it off.
Today, I’m going to try to change that. I currently have 3 loads of laundry that just…it needs to be done. I’ve put it off long enough, and today is the day it gets done.
To be honest, yes. This is a stupid thing that stresses me out more than it should. But there’s no reason why I should be so backed up on laundry. I don’t like it, and it doesn’t make me feel good.
So todays the day. I’ve put a deadline on myself, and Atlas is just going to have to figure it out. He’s gonna have to be okay with sitting in his swing for a little while. 😂😬
Procrastinating never feels good. And it always reaches a point where you just can’t do it anymore.
If I can do something to decrease my stress, and the visual clutter in my room that is baskets of laundry…I should.
One task at a time.
And here is is…the cutest little time thief.