Life Hack

My husband is so sweet. I, on the other hand, am a total control freak. See, here's the thing. I USED to leave huge piles of laundry on the sofa after dragging the clothes, fresh out of the dryer to fold them there. My new tactic to force myself to put the laundry away? I fold the laundry on top of the washer. The theory goes, I can't put another load in until all of the clothes on top of the wash are put away. Poor Steve came into the laundry room to help this weekend and when he started to pull the load out to drag it to the sofa, I explained that the laundry was now folded standing up! Not in front of the hockey game on TV. When he kept plopping shirts in any old place on the washer, I repeatedly pointed out which pile was the correct one. Finally, he picked up a pile of freshly folded laundry and announced that he would put it away for me. Despite there being more piles that needed putting away, he never came back. I wonder why?