Folding fitted sheets...
Am I right?!
I could be having a serene, relaxing evening, doing a little laundry, enjoying the satisfying accomplishment of warm, clean clothes. (Laundry is actually my favorite chore, maybe because it mostly does itself). Then, I come across a fitted sheet, and I find myself having a moment of rage so disproportionate to the task it's almost comical.
"No big deal", I tell myself when I first see that clump of sheets with elastic corners.
Then, somewhere between picking out the still damp socks that got tucked inside, pairing the corners together, and attempting to make a shape that can be neatly folded, something inside me snaps.
I let out an "ughhrawarrrr", and violently karate chop that sucker into ball to stuff into my otherwise neat linen shelf.
Then back to the towels for some rectangle therapy.
