Here is just a little slice of how together I am.
Those are two towels and a crib sheet that I washed several days ago and hung out on the line. Later that day, it rained and I forgot to go grab them. Then it didn't rain for a day or so. They stayed on the line. Then it rained again. On the line. Then they dried a little. Then it really really rained a torrential amount yesterday. And I have never bothered to go out and get those towels and wash them again. Or do you think they still count as "clean"?
Yesterday I stood at my kitchen window and stared at the clothesline as the rain soaked that stuff again. I briefly considered dashing out there and grabbing them off the line. And quickly put that idea to rest.
So that's some of my mad housekeeping skillz for you. Don't be jealous--you're only hurting yourself, you know.
Chances of towels coming down today: not looking so good. It's our eleventh anniversary, we're helping some friends move today, and then picking up some other friends at the airport. At some point, I will also be eating chocolate and drinking hot tea. Then, me and my Mister will be stepping out this evening. So as you can see, I really don't have 45 seconds to spare to walk outside, take my sodden towels and sheet off the line and bring them in.
It's a busy, busy life. Or perhaps disorganized, but whatever. What was I talking about?