I have three baskets of clean unfolded laundry in my hall right now. They've been there all week folks. Now I'm doing laundry again and I still haven't folded and put away the laundry from last week. Granted, it was Halloween and there was a lot going on. But this happens every week. Each morning, Sam says "go fish" and reaches into one of the baskets to find a clean pair of, er, socks.
The truth is, I'm never on top of the laundry. I hate that you do load after load and even as I'm running the machine, new dirty laundry is finding it's way into the hamper. It doesn't help that I am very anal when it comes to washing and drying. Nothing navy, black or red or anything that I care about really, will ever go in the dryer. That means I have this bad boy in my bedroom just about full time. I don't even see it anymore.
This is really a cry for help. Does anyone enjoy laundry? What are your tricks for not having it take over your life? I prefer to do it all on one day because otherwise I feel like you have to dig through the hamper every day to put together a load of darks, colds, whites, etc. Help!