The Elusive Laundry Marker

There are few household chores that I enjoy less than moving clothes from the washer to the dryer.

Well, okay that’s an exaggeration. I don’t like cleaning toilets, I hate sweeping (why sweep, you’re just going to mop it up anyway) and dusting causes me to have allergy attacks that leave me incapacitated for 30 minutes to an hour afterward.

Be that as it may, doing laundry’s never going to be one of those things that makes me jump for joy. (Except when it’s really cold out and the sheets are fresh from the dryer and I can nap in them. You don’t even need a bed, just roll out on the floor.)

I hang dry a fair amount of my clothes so they won’t shrink. Yes, I’ve thought about getting a size larger, but it just doesn’t fit the same afterward. So sorting through my clothes makes laundry a bit more of a project. Worse, Jon’s taken to doing the same - one of the perks of living with someone is that you’re weird quirks rub off.

Today, yet again, I thought to myself, you know, if I marked these clothes with a laundry marker, sorting them would be faster and more efficient. This is true. But have I ever taken the time to pick up a laundry marker? (Which may, in fact, just be a fancy word for Sharpie, I’m unclear on that.) It’s just never a priority.

So, when does a pain point become so unbearable that you decide to act on it? What things in your life do you just put off and put off until you are forced into action? And how bad does something have to get before you change it?

It might be worth trying to change this by devoting a day to accomplishing all the life-changing tasks that you can reasonably manage in one day. How much would this change your life? Besides the small satisfaction that comes from making little positive changes that directly benefit your daily life, what would the benefits be? Try it, and post how well it went.