But why...

Oh why is there always laundry??

This beast is all clean.  All. CLEAN.

Why do we wear so many pieces of clothing?

And it's been on the floor of my living room for days....

To no avail.

This is parenthood reality folks, it's large and in charge.

And clean.

And only 482,274,381,902 articles of clothing deep.

Geez, bring on the wine, or Thin Mints.

Or both.

If you never hear from me again, I am under this monster and I've died because the idea of folding one more piece of clothing has overwhelmed my existence.

Bleh, double Bleh.

Now excuse me while I swan dive into this mass of cotton/poly blends and rectify all the empty dresser drawers and closets.