Day 1 — Something you hate about yourself.
Somehow, by some innate failing as a human, I am incapable of taking my clothes off without turning them inside out. I realize this doesn’t seem like a big deal… but hear me out.
I spend twice as much time turning the laundry right side out, as I do washing, drying & folding, combined.
Much to my horror, I’ve also created a small army of children and adults who are equally as horrible as I am with the laundry. The Dumpling has the worst skill. She turns every single tiny sock inside out. I was spending quite a bit of time turning those socks, and finally enlisted her help. Tiny hands make much quicker work of turning tiny socks, and she’s working much harder to turn them the correct way when she takes them off.
Why in the hell can’t I learn that, if the baby can?
I shake my head at myself every weekend when I have to turn all my clothes before washing them. Tank tops, inside out. Jeans… also. WTAF. I’m so annoyed at myself, and yet… not enough to actually stop and turn them. I still kick off my jeans and yank my shirt over my head every time. They’re laying in the top of my laundry hamper and I can see the inside pockets of my jeans, if that tells you anything.
The Dumpling’s jacket is hanging on my bedroom doorknob, inside out.
Look at this mess I’ve made. 🙂