I Never Fold

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I actually don’t mind laundry. There’s something inspiring about an empty basket that keeps me motivated to cycle through the loads relatively quickly. (SAHM with too much time on her hands, you ask? I wish.)

But I HATE folding laundry. So I just don’t bother.

Please don’t judge. I swear not folding makes things so much easier. It means our mornings are hassle free, the boys dress themselves, they come downstairs smiling and singing, eat their breakfasts without spilling, and wipe themselves up afterwards.

HA. Of course they don't. I didn’t say it was magic.  

But it does mean that choosing clothes every day is not a problem or a fight. If you're interested, I'll explain.

First I bought two of these over the door large-pocket organizers for $7.99 from Amazon (one for each boy):

 
(Those are undies in the bottom two pockets)

(Those are undies in the bottom two pockets)

 

Then I wash the clothes and let them pile up on the floor of the closet until there’s a stack big enough to warrant a sorting, or we run out of outfits. This usually happens around the same time. (Usually once every 7-10 days).

 
(Note not a patch in sight!)

(Note not a patch in sight!)

 

Then I stack the clothes in piles, and make some outfits. If I'm not in a hurry, they might match.

 
 

Then I stuff them in the pockets and voilá, I’m set for at least another week.

 
 

The leftovers just get shoved in the drawers. (remember I don’t fold).

 
 

Is this lazy? Heck yeah. Messy? Yup. But it makes it easy and we just lay an outfit on the floor every night before bed. On good days, my older boy will come downstairs having dressed himself. And on not-so-good days, it’s easy enough for us to grab the outfit and help him dress. (And by help I mean: sweet-talk, strong-arm, entice, pin down, coerce, bribe, struggle, chase, and cajole. Do you have those mornings too?)

I’m sure some could argue this is not the best way. That I should be modeling responsibility and teaching the importance of taking care of our things. That I should let him choose his own outfits and give him ownership of that part of his day. And they’d probably be right. (See, I DO pay attention in those Montessori parent trainings!) But for now, this means we can get out the door with minimal thought about what we look like in less than 45 minutes. And that’s another lesson I’m happy to teach.

I have no idea what I will do when their clothes get too big for this method. But you still won’t catch me folding them.