Why do the bad habits catch on, and not the good ones?
I'm starting to be a slob about laundry in the bedroom, like Keith. Somehow, his clothes never quite seem to make it into the laundry hamper. Many of them clog the narrow pathway to his side of the bed. Others are in the vicinity of the hamper, without actually being in. Clean, folded clothes are piled high on top of his dresser.
I used to be good about keeping my clothes where they belonged. Clean clothes were in the dresser or closet. Dirty clothes in the hamper. Clothes to be worn the next day on the dresser.
Lately, though, we never seem to get around to putting the clean clothes away. The clean laundry stays in the hamper, and we pull out what we need on a daily basis. Since the hamper is full of clean clothes, the dirty clothes pile up where the hamper should be. Clothes that I take off at the end of the day could be on the dresser, on the floor, or wherever.
Like so many things in life, why is it so much easier to do the wrong thing? Even though walking into the bedroom and seeing clothes everywhere, in a complete state of disarray, stresses me out, I know it'll continue. Right now, there's a hamper of clean clothes waiting to be put away. We washed it just this morning, so it hasn't been too long ... yet.