Mount Washmore

Now Mount Washmore is a scary thing.  It consists of a mountain of dirty laundry.  When I say mountain I don’t mean a couple of loads I mean like there’s nothing left in the wardrobes large.  It seems to only happen in my house, no-one else I know seems to almost drown under the impossibility of it!  Everyone else seems to naturally have it under control, not me!

Have always got great ideas to keep it at bay.  Am forever inventing systems.  Systems have to be very carefully worked out. Once a system begins to form in my head need to break out the colour coded index cards, or set up the printer to print lovely colourful lists, or get a lush new notebook to jot every thing down in in lovely coloured pens.  Sometimes can’t fully finish the implementation of the system as need a fifth colour for one of the categories and needs to be the same type of pen, or don’t have quite the right notebook (maybe too big or too small or the line spacing is not quite right). OK yes, am addicted to the creation of systems and stationary.  Have mentioned this before, is a sickness and must not be mocked for it!

Truth be told my systems are fantastic and will work to perfection.  Am able to come up with a system for anything.  Can sort anyone elses house, office, business.  Will implement systems, get everyone organised, am great at devising the system, once it’s running well then lose interest.   In my case system can’t be put into effect whilst ever Mount Washmore exists, and have lost even more ground to growing pile whilst creating fabulous system,which is exhausting.  So then need a few days rest.

So this weekend had mammoth task of getting up to date with washing and ironing.  Avoided all thoughts of system creation and just got on with it, not nearly as satisfying, or interesting, but thought I’d try and break with tradition.  Did I make it, almost, mostly, not a bad effort really for someone who loathes domestic chores like I do.  Would feel happier if had nice pretty system in place now to maintain tiny pile of washing and prevent Mount Washmore from reappearing, but alas, spent the time scaling the mountain instead of planning the expedition.  Not nearly as much fun!