It never ends. Never. Just when I get all the boys' clothes washed, dried and put up, Natalie and Claire's basket is full. Then when I get that done, ours is full. I remember the days when I could do all the laundry on Sunday. Not any more. Now it is perpetual laundry. I feel like I will never catch up. I will always be able to find a basket of dirty clothes SOMEWHERE in this house. And most likely it will have 2 or 3 friends...
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