I live with my fiance and our laundry has taken over our closet. I keep telling myself, this time I’ll do a load as soon as I get one and then it won’t pile up. Never. Happens. It doesn’t help that we have to walk out in the cold and carry baskets to our apartment complex washer. And that I decided to post on a website about how I want to do my laundry instead of actually doing it. Ugh.