No, this is not a scene from an episode of Hoarders, this is what is usually waiting for me on Saturday mornings. Four feet deep and eight feet wide! I am not the type to keep up during the week, there is just no time so it piles up until the weekend. It is so daunting when I start, but I have to say, there is a sense of accomplishment when it is all clean and fresh and the dressers are all restocked. It is an easy mindless duty, I have it down to a system, one basket for each person, and I am training the kids to help. Someday they will be hanging out at a laundrymat like I used to in college, and will probably long for the days when mom used to take care of it all.
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I love laundry - the accomplishment, the downtime between loads, the clean fresh smell. The only thing I can never get right is when to quite. You know you throw that load in at 9:45PM cuz you're still awake, and then you forget to calculate that it will actually be 11:15 (or later) before it is dry, folded and put away.
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