On Mondays and Thursdays, my niece-in-law helped me to clean house. I got home on Monday noon and found my pink bear sitting down so cute. I threw my camera bag down and snap this photo with my DSLR because at that moment, I realized something. A mystery. And also a childhood trauma.
My father is a very strict disciplinarian and I know my two sisters who are 14 yrs and 10 yrs older than me had been drilled by the commando to do many things. I was the unlucky (or sometimes lucky) kid who was born too late and father was long gone before I grew up. So, I was spared from many things.
I have never folded blankets or make my beds neat in all my entire life. Except maybe on those first few nights when I bunked in with my boyfriend who is now my legit husband. Trying to make good first impression mah. One night stands don’t require folding blankets, only serious relationships.
I mean why would anyone waste five minutes of their lives doing something useless like folding blankets? You tell me lah.
1) If you go out to work, who the hell cares if your bed is messy?
2) If you are at home with kids, they will most likely messed up again.
3) If you are like me, I will be spending most of my time with the blanket, lots of pillows and bolster.
Moreover, if you don’t fold your blankets and your monster-in-law looked at you with disapproving looks, you can tell her with innocent face, “Why? Cannot meh? I just had hot sex in bed with your son and I am too tired to fold.” And if those are your IBS (sis-in-law lah), maybe you can steal a middle finger and point at them when they aren’t looking.
Correct or not, people? Folding blankets are mere waste of time, right? Time that could be spent digging your boogers. That way, you don’t need to steal a few seconds at the traffic lights to dig your nose.
So who folds and who don’t? Confession time!