Oddly Satisfying

There is something oddly satisfying about a big pile of clean, folded laundry that you didn’t have to fold. I do still have to put it away, but I am pleased about the fact that it wasn’t me folding these. Especially the fitted sheets. I can’t stand folding our fitted sheets. I can never get them looking just right, and then they mess up the entire design of my linen closet. (Which is a room I actually take an odd amount of pride in. I blame Little Women.) 

My ten year old folds a mean fitted sheet though. It’s clearly not something he inherited from his mother, but I just might start paying him for it.