The Depth of Endless Laundry

The hardest part of life is laundry, the endless piles of laundry that never end. The folding, ironing, putting it away, only to do another load. And another load, and another load. Even with death occurs, disease, or heartbreak, you'll still have to do the laundry. Until the day you die you'll be folding laundry. There are no breaks. A break from laundry means piles build in the corners and the kids no longer have clean underwear, your husband goes to work in mismatching shirts. Taking a break means your whole household falls into chaos. I shouldn't complain. A hundred years ago they had to wash clothes by hand. Yet they also didn't own so many clothes, so much stuff that needs to be washed. They probably didn't buy socks every time they got mismatched in the dryer. The whole house is just drowning in socks. Why do the kids need thirty outfits each? Why do we own so many comforters?