Mt. Laundry. Conquer and Repeat.

On Facebook, I often post a status update regarding conquering/battling "Mt. Laundry." It is quite something to watch the pile grow. With five grubby souls in our dwelling, it doesn't take long for the molehill to become a mountain. I am picky about the smell of my detergent and about how shirts are folded. Peter is choosy about the whiteness of the whites and how pants are folded. It's a team effort, since we both work full-time. Frankly, he's better at it than I am. He often gets it done and folded, and I have the task of sorting the kids' clothes and putting everything away. Just when we finish, a new mountain awaits. It never ends...