Scaling Mt. Washed

On craigslist today someone asked about our least favorite household chore. Since I couldn't really say "Housework in general" I agreed with the original posters #1 hated chore. Folding and putting away laundry.

I hate this task so much that our clothes generally never end up in our dressers. Their short life outside of the hamper and washer/dryer is usually spent in a heap on our bedroom floor lovingly known as Mt. Washed. Getting dressed usually involves diving into this pile of textiles to seek out your desired garments. Finding matching socks can take an hour if I've been working diligently on conquering Mt. Washed's evil cousin, Mt. Unwashed.

I knew things were getting bad when Big Dog decided to climb it and started to refer to it as the "stairs in your bedroom". Still didn't motivate me to do anything about it. I've even considered hiring a high school student to fold it all, but then I still have to put it away, AND I'd have to deal with the mental image of someone folding my underpants. Man, I have some serious hang ups.