I started on Saturday afternoon by gathering up all of the laundry from the various rooms and hampers and then getting it done one load at a time. The dryer and washer never stopped! I had Beau (who did not like this game of sorting and washing) empty the dryer when the buzzer sounded and dropping the goods in the middle of the Living Room floor for me to fold after I switched out the washer. I then preceded to fold so much laundry that my arms are now comparable to Popeye's. (give or take a tattoo or two)
What am I complaining about you ask? That sounds like a normal laundry day? Well, if you had been in my house you would have seen it multiply. Even beau, curly and dilla noticed. Beau even asked where it was all coming from. Every time I walked into a room and would check out a hidden area there would be a load of clothes tucked in there hiding from our mom and dad glances to see if things are still livable in the bedrooms. I don't know how this happened but there were even clothes found under the mattresses and wrapped around the frames of the beds. There were about a dozen random and unmatchable socks located around my backyard and I am pretty sure that the dog next door was eating what used to be a pair of shorts that belonged to my youngest son. How in the world can this much laundry exist for a small family of five?! ? I came up with an answer during my day of dirty clothes and it is the simple fact that laundry reproduces. That's right, that is the only answer! This stuff multiplies and grows and then crawls into hiding places so that they can create more clothes.