I sometimes feel like I have two options: one, clean the house, or two, do the laundry. 

It's such a drag to reach into the dryer to empty it (epecially as I grow in pregnancy!), and I always drop clothes...clean clothes on a dirty floor because obviously, I'm doing laundry, not cleaning. 

Then I have to reach in the washer and pull out all those sopping...sometimes smelling...clothes and put them in the dryer. Then, whew, I'm done.  But, oh, wait, look at the full basket of dirty clothes. In goes another load, and I feel like I've accomplished nothing! I still have a full washer and dryer, only now, the couch is full of clothes waiting to be folded and put away.  Sometimes they get folded, and they sit there until the kids knock the piles down and have to be folded all over again. I could put them away I suppose, but I really don't ever want to, so I put it off.

If I didn't have wonderful sisters-in-law who come and not only do my laundry, but put it away, at least once a week, I would really be sunk. I can hardly handle it even with their help, where would I be without it!!?

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