I have a lot of things to confess, but today, it’s my laundry disability. I hate laundry almost more than dishes. I’m also kind of a clothes hoarder, I have a hard time getting rid of clothes. It’s not that I even want them around, I just don’t make time to go through what we’ve outgrown, what’s worn out, etc. Once I do make time, I put stuff in bags to go to Goodwill, but then the bags just sit around for months. It’s a horrible affliction.
I need to face my disorder, and reveal it’s severity, otherwise I’ll never be able to heal. So, here goes. This is my bedroom floor.
The clothes are clean, and I at least sorted them into piles for each family member. But, this has been here for a week. The suitcases (unpacked), since Thanksgiving. But, my husband has been out of town for a week and… wait, no. I will not make excuses. I am not a lazy person, I am however, not doing my best at managing all my responsibilities. I need to make this a priority.