And three times a week, every week, I am still surprised by the amount of laundry our family of five can produce in often as few as two days. Two of us are half my size. One of us only comes up to my knees. And still, the piles of laundry teeter as they balance atop the ironing board, waiting to be moved to their temporary home in someone's closet before finding their way back here again.
I've given up ever being done. Just when I think I'm finished washing, drying, folding and putting away, somebody goes and gets dressed again.