Makes me wish for a sister-wife... Almost

Today is laundry day at our house.

I don't like laundry day.

I am generally happy with my lot in life, you know, house-wifery and all of that, but doing laundry makes me cranky. All of that sorting and washing and switching and drying and folding (augh... the folding!). Who has that kind of time? I mean really. I don't have the patience for it.

It's laundry day that makes me think that having a sister-wife might not be all that bad. If we took a sister-wife, she would have to share the chores, right? Like, maybe she could do the laundry... especially the folding part.

But then I remember that we'd probably have to share other things too. Like him...

And then I think that maybe laundry day isn't so bad after all.