Some one make me do laundry.
I hate it with a soul sucking passion but I CAN NOT let it invade Eureka & Pizza!!
I have just finished folding the massive pile of clothes on our bed, and now I have to put them away. Sigh. Why is this so hard??
(I know the answer. It's because I don't do a load every day and keep the beast at bay. I wait until no one in the house (re: me) has clean underroos and the laundry has to be done out of necessity. At least there is some level of self awareness here.)