Folding laundry is one of those tasks I put off, for some reason. Yesterday, after the clothes had been sitting in the dryer all day, I finally dumped them onto the floor in a high traffic area, hoping that:
a) I would be so inconvenienced by having to step over them constantly that I would annoy myself into folding them, or
b) someone else would notice them and fold them.
Neither of those happened, and when I woke up this morning, there was the pile, looking at me. It wasn't even a pile anymore, because it had been scattered by people walking through it. I decided I would do it after I finished flash cards with the kids, while they were happily, quietly, diligently working on their lesson (do you hear the sarcasm?). Finished with the interactive part of the lesson, I turned to tackle the pile. But there were two kittens asleep on it! Obviously, you don't disturb sleeping kittens, so the pile wins again.