Linen Closet you wonder... who writes about the linen closet?! Me, me, I do!
There are different kinds of people on this planet, and you can discern them all by how they stack up and access their linen closet.... and they all live in my house, it seems. Sometimes I wonder what goes through my family's mind when they look at the haven of mundane domestic fabric. If it was up to my husband and kids... they would do away with the closet completely! Now imagine... what would happen if we had no linen closet......with overfull wardrobes my daughters half asleep would set off for school/college wearing their sheets.
So, there's me (like most moms) - who needs everything in its place - Sheets are organized by bedroom and size, pillowcases get their own pride of place.....while towels get their own corner. Everything is systematically and methodically ordered so that when it comes to accessing linen you reach into the closet with your eyes closed (if need be) and find the right scrap of fabric.
Then there's my husband who puts sheets and pillowcases all in one pile together when he stacks up the closet after the laundry run. So, when the cleaners come around.... I am frantically digging through the closet looking for matching pillowcases which are all muddled in with the sheets.
It is bad enough that you have to organize everything in your house before the cleaners arrive then you have to spend hours looking for coordinates!!! God forbid if you have to switch out pillowcases to make things work. That is just wrong. More so, it is one of those irritating things that keeps needling at you. Imagine me on my deathbed, while others are trying to find the meaning of life, I am stuck trying to figure out where could that pillowcase have gone! After correcting him a couple of times, he now happily folds the linen and leaves it neatly stacked by the door and quietly walks away. There it sits, sometimes for days, for the next step of the process.
My youngest thinks anything other than her clothes is not her responsibility. So, when she does her laundry, her towels miraculously land on my laundry heap. God forbid if any unfolded laundry is on the couch after coming out of the dryer... she will walk by it 20 times a day but not have noticed anything out of place. And shiver me timbers when she mistakenly accesses my precious closet..... sheets go flying everywhere. The queens are thrust with the kings.... the poor double bed sheets get lost somewhere in the mess, and for some reason (I've never figured this out) we have to open 5 sheet sets before we find the one that we need. I mean, seriously you sleep in that bed.... you should know the pattern of the ones you regularly use.
Sigh and then there is my eldest.......she is what I would call size blind.... if that is a thing. King sheets land on queen beds..... queen sheets land on double beds......like how... do you not see! It's-all-WRONG!!!! And when it is all pointed out (gently).......I get a shrug...
"Oh really! I couldn't find anything else....". In a four-tiered double door closet.... with everything stacked by size.... we couldn't find the right size.
And then I wonder - how in heaven's name do I get saddled with all the chores. 😐🙄
.
Commenti