I’m pretty sure I need professional help, y’all.
My sweet babies saw me folding towels from the dryer and offered to fold with me. A sane person would accept their help and be grateful for their kind hearts.
Not me. Towels are one of my few OCD issues. I watched them proudly folding and all I could think was you’re folding them wrong.
“Wrong” is a strong word… just not right.
They put the towels in the closet with mine, then went off to play. Now here I sit, wondering what kind of message I would send them if I refold everything, but more importantly, what kind of certifiable fruitcake lets that bother them?
I may fix it after they go to bed tonight.