Laundry Mountain

My king of laundry informed me just now that it has taken him from Wednesday morning until this evening to scale laundry mountain. 13 loads, 248 items (yes, he counted. He's obsessed. Seriously. He admits he counted socks separately but says 'that seems fair considering I have to turn every single one of them right side out). Except his. 'Cuz he turns every piece of clothing he wears right side out BEFORE he puts it in the hamper. The rest of us who live here - not so much.

He figures he's handled every item 6 times - sorting, putting in washer, moving to dryer, out of dryer, folding/hanging and putting away.

There remains a small 'red load' - always the last to get done. A few red t-shirts, red or orange towels, etc. That he will get done tomorrow since he's working at home. He might even manage to wash the small rugs from the family room - and maybe even the bathroom rugs. If it's a nice, sunny day tomorrow, they can hang to dry.

I love my laundry king. He's the best. I never have to give laundry a minute's thought - unless I can't find a specific pair of pants, etc. That rarely happens. Rarely.

He says the whites are already 'building up' again. Poor guy. And no matter how much he gets done, there's always one of us swearing up and down that we can't find 'such and such'. H. will undoubtedly be down here tomorrow morning 'searching' for something.

It never ends. But he sure does a great job keeping the mountain to just hill size, usually.

Thanks, sweets!