My boyfriend’s and my room: piled high with junk. A lot of it laundry.
I have a ton of dirty laundry piling up because I don’t feel like hanging stuff on a clothesline across the living room like he’s been doing all these years. I end up doing a load or two when I have to. I wash ‘em in our washer and take them to the laundromat to dry ‘em. We have a dryer, but it needs to be wired some different way to run on our power supply. He detached the cord that was on it and says the next step is to buy the right kind of cord.
Also, I’ve been keeping my clean clothes in laundry baskets since I’ve lived with him. That’s a period of over eight years. Those take up a bunch of space. Yes, I’m lazy. I finally brought my very small chest of drawers from my mom’s house, but it doesn’t fit in the room with the huge, ugly, busted up dresser he has in there and doesn’t seem to want to get rid of. I also brought my portable, zip-up clothes closet from Mom’s but, again, no room for it in the room yet. Also, the zip-up part of the closet needs to be washed. And dried.
There’s always a bunch of paper trash on my side of the room too. This is strictly laziness, or poor time management or being a packrat. It’s books and magazines.
Maybe I should look at this step-by-step, as far as taking care of the big disorganization problem in my home. Maybe the first step is to find another dresser/chest of drawers my bf will be happy with for his stuff.
Thanks for reading.