On 1 February, the undergrads over at Apartment Therapy ran a piece it's taken me more than two weeks to be able to talk about. The headline read, How to put your clothes away each day. I'm not kidding.
I get it that their readership is skewed pretty young. But really? How to fold your clothes? I'm waiting for a blistering expose on people who don't separate their whites and colors conscientiously. Am I just being cranky? Do people really need this kind of advice?
I'm usually so exhausted by bedtime that the the best I can do is throw my clothes at the end of my bed or on a chair. But I've recently employed a new head game with myself that actually seems to be working.Seriously. So far, this piece has collected 40 comments. In a quickie run through of them, I saw little more than praise for the author's cleverness. How is adult behavior clever and since when is behaving in an expected, responsible way praiseworthy?
It's simple and might sound strange — when I'm tempted to just chuck the clothes somewhere, anywhere, I just start calmly counting seconds in my head. This started as an exercise just to see how long it would actually take to just put the clothes away. I learned that it only takes about sixty seconds to hang up and fold whatever I'm wearing. But this counting practice, which I employ whenever I'm convinced that I'm too tired to put my clothes away, has turned into a successful and oddly meditative pre-bedtime ritual.
Maybe next month we'll be treated to something equally insightful like "How to wash your hands after making stinkies --every time!"