Mine is laundry.
When I lived with my parents my stuff would go into the washing basket, it would be there for days to 'make up a load' (my parents CRAM their washing machine full), it would be washed, hung up to dry either on the line or on an airer, ironed, had to go into the 'airing cupboard' for at least two days and THEN would finallt be allowed to be put away.
So about a week, possibly more, before I'd see favoutite items.
Now I do a load a day, stick it in the washing machine, stick it in the drier, put it away. That's it.
Times have changed. I know this. However, it STILL blows my mind when I'm putting away the pyjamas I wore the previous night a few hours after I took them off.
Every. Single. Time. My little brain judt xan't comprehend that a few hours ago they were dirty and now they're clean.
Am I odd?