“Why am I folding baby onesies?” I had no answer. They didn’t really wrinkle and even if they did it’s not like anyone cares if a baby is wearing a wrinkled onesie. I’d probably change it four times before lunch anyways. “These… don’t… need to be folded.” I said it out loud, bracing myself for… the laundry police? I’m not sure. There were rules to laundry, but for the first time I stopped asking myself how laundry should be done and started questioning in what way laundry could be functional for me.
