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It amazes me how four people can generate this much laundry. I have actually had dreams (plural) about piles of laundry, growing - the colours and whites getting mixed up as I try to sort them… I mentioned these dreams to a friend. She said that maybe I have sorting issues…

Sheets and towels, pillow cases, jeans;
I see them in my sleep!
The loads are piling up again;
It makes we want to weep!

A load of whites, a load of darks;
It never seems to end.
A gentle wash for unmentionables;
We all wear them, don’t pretend.

I check each label carefully;
I’ve learned this lesson right.
My brand new blazer, oh so chic;
Now fits way too tight!

I’m thankful for my laundry room;
A washer and dryer pair.
Grandma had a scrubbing board;
And dried them in the air.

Oh yes, I have the laundry blues;
I’m sure you have them, too.
But when everything is folded, clean;
Next week it starts anew!