2days...I'm tellin' ya.

Laundry.
There I said it.
Ugly word--no matter who says it, it sounds ugly unless preceded by the word
CLEAN.
While working on the quilts, it piled up. High.
Mountainous. Disparaging. Trenchant.
2-days of intensive labor, I can see the bottom of my laundry hampers.
And I'm exhausted.
Why is it NEVER COMPLETELY FINISHED!?
*sigh*
Never-ending.
Sharing with you a delightful, albeit sadly true, poem by Chris:
Oh the colorful tees
and the many blue jeans,
with the pockets full of rocks.
Twenty mismatched socks,
where the washer never stops,
on top of Never-rest mountain.