I always fold my fitted sheets

(And what that says about me)

A freshly folded sheet stack.

There are three types of people in this world: the ones that half fold, half crumple a fitted sheet, the ones that know how to fold it, and the ones that do not do the laundry. (How blissful that must be.)

I spend an eternity doing laundry, it seems, and I absolutely know how to fold a fitted sheet. In no particular order, here are six things that says about me:

1. Eighty percent of the time, I value the right way over the quick way. And to me, “right” often means high-quality, thorough, and optimal. 

2. I get satisfaction and validation from holding myself to high standards. (Later, when I write a post titled “Why do I always go to bed so late?” I will be linking this list. 🙃)

3. Instead of storm chasing, I’m chasing calm. I place high importance on structure, order, and routine. The more chaos I can tame, from repeatedly corralling toys into baskets to wrangling sheets into neat rectangles, the more calm I feel.

4. You can count on me to follow through. If I, without fail, will wrestle a king-sized fitted sheet into mostly neat folds, I’m returning your text, I’m calling you back, and I’m doing that thing I said I would do.

5. I don’t have endless storage space. I need those sheets to fit on one shelf, and a lumpy pile isn’t going to cut it. 

6. And on that note, I care about aesthetics. Seeing a neatly organized stack of sheets gives me a tiny dopamine hit. (Yes, I have always been very cool.) 

This is the method I use, if you could use a dose of validation and dopamine today.