Mount Everest. Of Clothes.

There's a bedroom next to mine that has a bed in it. Nobody has ever slept in the bed. In fact, the bed is only in the room so we don't have to bump up to the next-size-up storage unit that holds some of my furniture and a bunch of my baby and college mementos.

Back to the bed.

Nobody sleeps in it, yet it is always full. Full of my dirty clean little secrets.

I dry about 5% of my clothes in the dryer - the rest dry on dryer racks in this extra bedroom.

But sometimes I do laundry day after day and don't have time to empty the racks.

I usually pile it neatly on the extra bed until I have time to fold the clothes and put them away.

Or not.

Most of that pile has been there since at least Christmas. I had kind-of forgotten that surface was actually a bed.

So lest you think that I am a person who enjoys actually doing laundry and putting it away... I am not.

Most of that stuff is sweatpants and t-shirts that don't have to look presentable.

But I have 4 days until I think I'm going to have a visitor occupying that bed.

Guess I've got some folding to do.

And lest you think I am a highly motivated person who will just whip those clothes away.... I've been trying to minimize the pile for a week now. It's not working.