Let me start this out by mentioning I love organizing. I love having my things neat and tidy so it's easy to find and grab whatever I may need. Laundry, on the other hand, is a daunting and endless task and I can't figure out the science of perfecting it. Sometimes I consider hiring someone to complete this endless task but I will never pay anyone to do the things I'm fully capable of. I am fairly certain that it will eventually lead to my insanity. I know, big things to look forward to but for now, here are some thoughts me, and the majority of other laundry folders have while doing laundry.

1. Today is laundry day. I have mentally prepared myself this time to expect the unexpected and get it All Done!

Goes to the laundry basket, sees it's full, falls on floor and cries. Gets up.

2. Well, I was going to carry this all down in my arms but never mind!

Finds the closest bin and swaddles up clothes so no socks go missing on the way to the laundry room.

3. Is there REALLY more laundry in this freakin' washer?! And clean ones in the dryer? There are literally two full loads of clean clothes I need to fold and now I'm adding four more. I guess I'm devoting my day solely to laundry. Sorry gym, social life, anything else I enjoy.

Gathers all the laundry, separates colors, starts to wash the FOUR EXTRAloads, one color section at a time.

4. If I'm going to fold all this laundry I'm going to do it right. First I'll separate by shirts, pants, undergarments, etc, and them move on to who's clothes are what.

Throws significant others oversized shirt into own pile for maximum comfort sleepwear. Noticing towers of clothes in piles; beings to fold.

5. Am I really not doing this with a glass of wine and no tv? Why should I torture myself by folding this without some liquid strength and catching up on recent reality tv?

Get's glass of wine, returns to folding while watching a drama that I'm not personally involved in!

6. Okay, done with the shirts. I'm seriously confused as to why there is this much laundry from one week. Is there a third and fourth person living here that are wearing our clothes?!

Takes a break. Folding is exhausting.

7. Why do none of these socks have a match? Does my dryer have a personal vendetta against my socks?! Is Harry handing them out to free elves?? What is happening???

Finds more socks in shirts, balled up in towels, between the washers, etc. Puts on another load of laundry.

8. I'm not matching all those right now, you can all go in the corner socks. I'll come back to you later. Will folding and sorting never end? Is this my own personal laundry hell? I'll do better I promise!

*Four weeks later* Socks are still there.

9. Why is this so exhausting? Can I count this as an arm workout? I can't lift my arms anymore!

Keeps folding clothes until piles are too tall and folding over. Get's frustrated over clothes towers falling.

10. I'm putting these away and will finish later. I probably won't. I'll come back to it tomorrow when I have further prepped myself.

Throws clean clothes back in hampers; returns them to the laundry room to lay in wait for the day they may be folded.