sorting, washing, drying, folding--you name it, I love it.
Lovingly changing dirty clothes into clean, folded clothes was a frequent apprenticeship under my mother as a child. And to this day I enjoy it thoroughly from start to finish.
In fact, I would gladly trade friends to make that my only chore :)
HOWEVER, after a weekend full of sickness, you can imagine how much laundry I got to do! Even yours truly was looking forward to a break.
Don't you worry yourselves, friends. My dear Henry knows me too well for my own good. He knew that I shouldn't get out of the daily laundry habit--
SO he poured onto the floor, the my last cup-ful of detergent, and sent me a-scurrying to sop it up with random dirty clothes (to salvage those precious last drops!!)
Good News!! There is a happy ending to this tale. I had the presence of mind to choose clothes of different colors--now I can do TWO loads ;)
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