Is there no end to the work of the laundry hag?

Ever since Elliot was born, I've cheekily called myself the laundry hag since my days seem to be filled with sorting laundry, treating stains, hanging clothes on the line and folding and putting away endless piles of washing. Pretty much every day I have to do a load of laundry or it starts to get on top of me and things get ugly.

And this is what the laundry looked like after a mere five day holiday. Five loads later I was finally done with the vacation washing and then got to try to catch up with the dirty clothes that had accumulated while I was doing all the holiday laundry.

The laundry hag will never be out of work!