Laundry: The Bane of My Existence

When asked what my least favorite chore is, I always respond laundry. I would gladly scrub toilets over doing laundry. Because it's my least favorite, I usually let the pile build, and build, and build...to the point where we run out of clothing to wear, especially underwear. I am horrible, but here is my reasoning:

Toilets, you can scrub and if you become quite proficient at it, you can get it done in no time. And then it's done--until the next time it will take you 10 minutes to clean it (if that--I'm being fairly generous with my time on that one). Laundry takes FOREVER. You sort it (if it isn't already, which is a likely event in my home), you put one load in (after sorting, I usually have about 5-6 loads), wait a little over a half hour, put it in the dryer, wait some more, then fold/hang it and put it away. Then, when you are done with it all, you realize that you can never, ever get it done because that very same night, there will be 4+ pieces of dirty laundry waiting for you again. It truly is a sick cycle.

I hate it now. I can't imagine how much I'm going to hate it when I have children. O boy.

In case you haven't guessed, this is what my job is today. Ugh.