Laundry's a-pilin' up...

For the past two or three years we have elected not to use a laundry basket because, in our house at least, it seems to contribute to a general willingness not to tackle the laundry until it's physically impossible not to stack more items on the heap. Or until we run out of underpants - whichever comes first. We just fire all the laundry directly into the machine and, when it's full, we turn it on. That's the idea, anyway. Really, most of the time we end up cramming laundry in between the top of the washer and the bottom of the dryer, since we don't have a laundry basket to put it in... Good invention, that.

We had a mega load that remained washed yet unfolded on a chair for a couple of days, while Cole and I pursued more exciting endeavours, like going swimming, searching for bento trays and napping. I tackled the folding yesterday, and what I liked the most (other than getting only half done and letting Jamie finish the rest) was how happy Cole was just to chill on a pile of clothes, smiling away.