We never seem to run out of laundry to wash/dry/fold. Ever. And we even have a very diplomatic process in our house (precipitated some years back by the Son sandbagging me one Sunday afternoon with piles of unwashed clothes long after the entire weekend batch had been nicely folded and put away) -- everyone does their own. Oh, I pick up the slack and wash all the sheets and towels, but everyone is responsible for doing their own wearables. The day this process started began an era of laundry bliss. Everyone has total control of their wardrobe. If they run out of socks or undies or clean jeans, it's their own fault. If their closets are pristine, hung with fresh-smelling, wrinkle free clothes, they can take credit. For the most part, this system continues to work well. For the most part, but most systems occasionally falter, then regain equilibrium. See, sometimes I'm the one who gets behind. Never in the washing/drying part. Just in the folding part. I'm reall...