It start by gathering it all up from the 3 hampers and baskets scattered all over the house (which is more difficult than it sounds by the fact that 2 of those move on a regular basis), then sorting it into 4 different loads (lights, darks, blankets and towels, and cloth diapers). Then I have to head out to the garage (down the treacherous stairs inside, out the door, and down more stairs) to put it into the washer, then go back out to change it. I have the joyous job of doing this numerous times a week, summer and winter, all year round.
Doing all that is the easy part. It's when the washer is done and I have to sort what goes in the dryer and what needs to be hung up by the fire to dry. And then I get to hang it, and fold it, then put it away.
All this takes hours, pretty much all day depending on when I start... which used to be as soon as I got up, but now I have a baby to worry about too, and now the all day laundry job takes even longer (now I have to do more in the morning). And there is even more laundry, what with the baby peeing through diapers and spitting up on everyone, including himself, and in his bed.
All this to say, I hate Tuesdays.
