Before I got married I had to run a single load of laundry every two weeks, using a washer and dryer, which subtracts about like 95% of the labor and time it took to do that before those existed, then I tossed socks in the sock drawer, boxers in that drawer, hung my shirts, folded my jeans and shorts, boom done. This took like 25 minutes. I’d do a separate load for towels every so often. After I got married my wife would have multiple laundry bins around the house, clean, dirty, mystery, she’d mix them up, procrastinate on them, the laundry machine was running every day, the baskets that needed to be sorted and put away piled up, she’d be shoving them in the closet, she’d forget which was which, clothes would fall out onto the floor and become “dirty” again, get washed again, she’d wear clothes out of her clean bins, start putting clothes away and leave the clothes sorted all over the couches overnight, put half of them away the next day, start sorting another bin, clothes on the couch for days, she also, like most women, owns more clothes than she actually has room for in the closet. I started to realize that she was using the laundry bins to store the clothes. She couldn’t actually put them all away if she wanted to. She’d fill up “give away bags” put them in her trunk, leave them in her trunk, procrastinate on going to goodwill. She stores clothes in bins in my garage. This has only been magnified by 10x since having kids. I keep my laundry completely separate from the rest of the families laundry, because if I lose a pair of favorite sweatpants to her laundry backlog I will not see it for a month or longer. I still fill up a single bin twice a month and wash it separately, early in the morning. My wife sounds like she has the executive function of a squirrel but, oddly, laundry is the only thing this extends to. It has annoyed me our whole marriage but that’s kind of as far as it goes. Just a mild annoyance. Because I’m a man. Now stop for a moment and think “if-the-roles-were-reversed.” Imagine a man putting his wife through this. Imagine what other women would say. They’d say she was being raped. Abused. Stabbed with psychic knives. They’d tell her to kill him while he sleeps. But in my world, I’m just a little annoyed by the fact that there’s always several bins of laundry in the master bedroom at any given time. This is the way a man loves. And FOIDS could never begin to understand.