End of an era
I am not a naturally routine or habitual person. I am quite possibly the opposite of compulsive or obsessive. I go with the flow; am spontaneous and reactive – I clean things when they need cleaning, I don’t have change-the-beds-Tuesday or clean-the-kitchen-Monday or anything like that. I would like to, it’s just not part of my make-up. When my twin boys were new babies however, routine became part of my survival startegy. Time efficient techniques helped maintain a sense of control in my day. I started hanging washing on the line in the order I was going to take it in again, and folded it as I brought it in. Boys’ clothes, daughter’s clothes, number two daughter’s clothes, my clothes, his clothes, towels; each item had its place on the line, and piles in the basket. It was put away immediately. It took a little longer to hang out and bring in but avoided piles of unfolded washing in the lounge or spare room. I cringed when another person kindly hung out or took my w