Okay, so a great majority of U.S. citizens are frantically filing their IRS forms to pay their taxes. I am frantically separating whites and colors. In our house, the laundry is like Uncle Sam; it is always there, and there is no ignoring it. The laundry multiplies exponentially when it goes into the various hampers in my home, so I always have laundry to do. Sort of like your taxes. No matter how many taxes you pay, there are always more taxes waiting for you. You cannot escape taxes, much like I cannot escape laundry.
We full-time moms lament frequently about the woes of clothes. I tell my family regularly that if they would all just walk around naked, I could catch up on the piles of dirty clothes in this house. Sadly, or fortunately, depending on your perspective, they have yet to try it. Therefore, I shall stay mired in the depths of laundry for eternity… or at least until my children are old enough to do their own.
And so, before I turn in for the night, I must first transfer wet things to the dryer and dry things to the basket and the basket to the bedroom, where it will be dumped, sorted, hung, folded, and assigned to various living quarters. Assuming all the socks actually match….
One of these days I am going to find a hamper that doesn't reproduce.
Happy Tax Day!