I love to keep my house clean because it really helps me keep my anxiety at bay, and it's a way for me to gauge how my life is going. When I am really stressed and depressed, my house tends to be a little dirty. But when I feel great and am really upbeat, my house will be spotless. HOWEVER, no matter how I feel there is one chore that I loathe doing: separating laundry.

No joke, I will just pile laundry on top of the dryer because I hate to separate it so much! It's SO time-consuming! Like most people, I work in a place where I wear different clothes every day, so then I come home and change into comfy clothes. And of course I have my workout clothes -- it adds up to a lot of clothes, and it takes time to separate them. My fiance, Jordan, on the other hand, works construction so he has two pairs of pants and a couple of shirts that he wears and washes. It's not a lot of clothes.

Since I am the one who creates the most laundry, I feel like it's my responsibility to keep up on washing them, and normally I am the only one putting them away. Which is fine. It rarely bothers me. BUT! Yesterday something amazing happened, I got home and walked into the laundry room (which doubles as a mudroom) and Every. Single. Piece. of clothing was out of the laundry room, and the laundry room was spotless -- not even a little scrap of paper. Jordan had taken the day off and took it upon himself to not only finish washing laundry, but away all the clean clothes and clean the laundry room.

Needless to say, I am still in shock and I am trying to figure out what he might want ... a vacation? A new tool? A new phone? I don't know what it is yet, but I stand prepared to negotiate because I am so darn grateful!