Do you see how it mocks me?

Here is the bane of my existence:

It knows how I feel about it, and enjoys making me miserable.

There are few things I detest more. I can keep other parts of the house relatively clean. I also know my own weaknesses, and therefore, we live in a place where the bedrooms are upstairs (thereby passing over the daily making of beds). The laundry, however, is another story.

Wanna know how long it's been since I did the laundry? Ha! I was caught up last week! Hell, we've been doing laundry all throughout the week as well! Yeah, that's right, 3 guys plus neurotic dog plus me equals all of that repetitive washing, drying, and folding.

It never freaking ends. And then you have to put it away!

But, it's Saturday. That means we do this instead: