Here's the thing. I hate doing laundry. And let me tell you, it's not like I have it rough. We don't have kids dirtying outfit after outfit or declaring a piece of clothing dirty because it hit the ground. My husband does his own laundry. We live in a house with a washer and dryer on the main floor. It's a nice set and even includes a second rinse cycle for those things that just require that sort of TLC. But I hate it. I love having a closet full of clean and color-sorted clothing. I even sort of like laundry. But the act of sorting, switching, folding, hanging, and tromping up and down the stairs. I just really despise it. I just thought you should know.
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