I have been defeated. It is a lost cause. I wave the white t-shirt in surrender. I give up. The laundry wins. How do you know when the laundry has won? Well, let me tell you. It is when the people in your family can no longer close their closet doors because of the amount of laundry spilling out of their baskets. It is when the drawers are empty, and the only clean clothes in the house reside in a pile on the spare bed, which by the way is where your family has to go to get dressed each morning.
It is a sad feeling for everyone involved. Especially Bubba who almost wore his sister’s skinny jeans to school, because nobody loved him enough to put clean jeans in his drawer. This is going to take years of therapy to fix.
Oh well, add it to the list.