Its one of those things that keeps coming up. Over and over again. Every day there are more dirty clothes. The piles in the bathrooms just grow and grown. Every weekend, or every few days, I carry them downstairs, sort them into piles and start the washing process.
Oxy. Water. Soap.
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. On an average week, repeat 8 to 10 times.
The piles of clothes grown in the bathroom. The piles grow in the laundry room. Then the piles grow in next to the couch. In front of the TV.
Then they start to gather dust. Figuratively, but some times literally too. It can easily be two or three or eight days before they get folded.
Its not that laundry takes an extreme amount of energy, its the process.
There are so many parts, and you have to keep each portion going to make the world go round. It should be a well oiled machine.
It should be wear, sort, wash, fold, put away.
But its not. Its over stuffed closet, big pile, not sorted, wrinkled piles, gather up the hangers, distribute. Its a struggle.
Its should not be a struggle. But it is. Ugh.