Putting away the laundry is the worst part of the whole “washing clothes” job, right? It is to me. And judging from the emails I receive, it’s the worst part for y’all too.
I’ve said many times here at Mama’s that a load of laundry is not complete until it is folded and put in its correct place.
And most days? That piece of it is hard.
We won’t go into the fact that I don’t want to put the laundry away. Or I’m waiting on someone besides me to actually do it. Or that I’m dreaming of the day we live in a house with a family closet so I don’t have to walk all over creation to 4 different sets of dresser drawers.
My Secret to Getting it Done
I sabotage myself.
I usually fold clothes on my bed. My room is right down the hall from the washer and dryer, so it’s a natural place to dump the basket and fold. Also, my bed is a little higher so my back doesn’t hurt quite as much from bending over as I fold.
But my real reason is to force myself to actually put the clothes away.
I can’t get into my bed if it’s piled high with folded laundry. And to prevent my dresser from looking like a nightmare, I can’t possibly put those folded clothes on top of it. My favorite chair is in our room and that is really the only other spot to
clutter up put anything. I can’t do that because then I can’t sit in my favorite spot for 2.5 minutes of peace.
So putting them away it is.
Why I Never Put Folded Laundry in a Basket
If our folded laundry ever ends up in a basket, it will be days before it is ever put away.
And I’m being dead serious when I say ‘days’. As in 6 or 7.
I won’t tell you that the laundry in that basket in the picture was sitting there for 2 weeks.
So why torture myself with the guilt of looking at laundry baskets full of folded clothes every day? I have a million other things I can (and do) feel guilty about. I don’t need laundry to be one of those things.
Mama’s Method to Putting Up Laundry
I round up everyone that can walk and point them to their particular piles on my bed. I have them put everything away that they are capable of, reminding them to keep it folded to the best of their ability.
And I try not to cringe knowing that the clothes I have just folded so nicely are now being thrown and shoved into drawers.
But the result? It’s so worth it. After they are put away, I can lie down in my bed (that’s been calling my name since I left it early that morning) feeling guilt-free about my Laundry Life.
So what are your tricks for getting the laundry put away?