A Bad Habit

I have a laundry list of bad habits. (Oh that's good - "laundry list" - it fits in perfectly with the rest of the post.)
They range in significance from things like not putting my coffee spoons in the sink in the mornings, to not returning phone calls, to hardly ever remembering to brush my teeth before I go to bed.

One of my worst bad habits is my inability to put away clothing.
It doesn't matter if it's clean or dirty, or been worn for two hours or whatever, I can NOT make myself put it away. The real problem with this is that the husband is the same way, so we are constantly existing in a bedroom that looks like a clothing store puked in it.

When I do laundry I take the clothes out of the dryer and fold them in the laundry room, placing them on the dryer as I fold them. Do they ever move from there once they are all folded nicely? No.
When I do the next load of laundry and take it out of the dryer do I move the first load into the bedroom and put the clothes away? No.
Do I fold the next 3 or 4 loads on top of the first on the dryer? Yes.

So why not take the clothes out of the laundry room to fold them you ask? Sure, I'll bring them into the living room while I'm watching tv and fold them then.
Do I fold them? Yep.
Do I take them with me when I leave the room to put them into their proper place? Nope.

You suggest maybe I should take them directly into the bedroom and fold them from there. Sure, as soon as the dryer is done I'll carry the whole load in there and fold them right away - do I do that? Yep.
Do they ever move beyond their neat piles on the bed? Nope. Well not until it's time for bed that is - is which case we throw all the clean clothes into a laundry basket because we're too tired to put them away right then and there.

The result is that we live out of laundry baskets until I finally get irritated enough to say "okay, let's just spend an hour putting all this away." Or else deeming that it is the husband's responsibility to do it on his next day off, because if he does, he will not be asked to do anything else that day.

And we're not just like that with clean clothes - oh no. We are just as bad with dirty ones. No matter where we are when one of us takes something off, we drop it right where we happen to be standing...or sitting, or laying, or whatever. Usually if we're in another room of the house it will be picked up in the next day or two - but if we're in the bedroom when the clothes begin to fly? Forget it. Those clothes will sit there until it's something we need, or we decide to finally clean the bedroom.

I'm ashamed to admit it, but I would rather dust the entire place, wash all the dishes, change the sheets on the beds and clean off the kitchen table then have to wade through all those piles of clothing and put them all in their proper place.

And, hmmm, isn't that convenient? The husband has the day off tomorrow...