You just described my morning to a T! There are loads of dirty laundry lying sorted out all over the floor because otherwise, even though I have the alarms on the washer and dryers set to deafening, I'd forget that I was doing laundry! husband hates it! He always stuffs everything back in the basket and drags it to the washer, which is just in the other room. Well, I hope he plans to do the laundry because out of sight, out of mind. Of course he wouldn't know anything about that, now would he? Because the laundry fairies, the bill paying fairies, the cooking fairies, the shopping fairies, the cleaning lady (yes, we pay her), keep coming by the house to take care of his every need! Why not shove it all back into the basket in the other room? It always gets done somehow!
And for what it's worth? I still don't know what it was I got up from my chair for earlier. 