I have a longstanding, currently unreached goal: to sort, wash, fold and put away all of our laundry in one day.
It doesn't sound hard. It seems attainable. It appears simple.
Which is why I always think I can do it. I even look forward to laundry day because I tell myself it will be a glorious break from the rest of the week. This is the part where I lie to myself over and over again.
I think I'll watch a movie while I sort and fold. I tell myself not to do anything else but just focus on laundry and get it all done.
But laundry day dawns and somehow I can't focus on just one thing. Get this: there's a toddler in the house who demands my attention and *gasp* has needs.
And even though I tell myself to always has the dryer running, I can't bring myself to turn it on after Madeline's been napping only 20 minutes because I know she'll wake up and who am I to deprive her some precious sleep?!
And then I forget to switch loads. Until, like, the next morning.
Also, a teensy, tiny part of this problem might be my basement phobia. Just maybe.
Today is day three of laundry "day." I'm still not done.
And ten bucks says come next week, I'll have the same fantasy of reaching my impossible goal all over again.