Laundry - the Devil in disguise

Most wife/motherly household chores I can handle!! Kitchen = no problem, Bathroom = bearable, Dirty Diapers = acceptable, Vacuuming = tolerable… And then there’s Laundry. I consider laundry to be one of the most evil things on this earth. I can’t explain the pain and anguish that I feel knowing there are piles of dirty clothes on the basement floor calling my name. The problem is… laundry is not hard, laundry is not complicated – Laundry is NEVER ENDING and I have a difficult time with that. The minute I think I’m “caught up” with the laundry, I open the hall closet and lo and behold…dirty clothes have mysteriously appeared. But… with that, another problem arises. There isn’t enough of one color to justify starting a load. So, you have to make yet another pile, until it gets large enough to make a load. After the load is complete and washed – yet another torment… FOLDING!! The clean clothes sit in laundry baskets until the basket is needed to transport the dirty clothes to the basement floor. It is only then, that the clean clothes find the correct drawers. I have piles of dirty laundry downstairs, piles of clean laundry upstairs and it’s driving me mad. Maybe I should just sort them, load them, rotate them and them actually fold them and stop complaining! But, then again – it’ll be there tomorrow and the next day and the next day and the next day and the next….