Sometime before winter I was completely caught up on laundry. COMPLETELY. It was miraculous. But then the sweaters came out. You know what's annoying about sweaters? Most of them don't go in the dryer. So that leads me to letting them fall to the base of laundry mountain in favor of items that can go through both machines in a timely fashion. Eventually, that's a really solid base of knitwear.
Then you get the lights. The winter season is a time of bright colors and darks. Not so much the lights. So those begin to accumulate too. Next thing you know, there is a solid 3 feet of lights and sweaters just clogging up the laundry room. And all the jeans and darks and brights are piling up per the norm above all that! Before you realize it's happening, laundry mountain is out of hand. If I don't get a handle on it, it will be laundry volcano, with an eruption of socks and camis blowing all over the laundry room. I guess you know what I'll be doing this weekend...
Have you ever found yourself buried in the depths of laundry purgatory? How long did it take you to dig out?
