Nothing sucks quite like folding a basket full of dirty laundry.
Except the fact that between doorbells, juice cups, and kid activities it took me two days to finish it. Every article I folded I kept cursing my washing machine (high efficiency front loader) and saying things like:
"Stupid washer, this shirt still smells dirty."
"Dang, I wonder if I forgot to put detergent in there?"
"Well, this one doesn't smell too bad."
"Yuck, these pants smell stale."
Finally, at the end of the basket, where there were a few socks floating around, I noticed that they still had stains. One sniff told me I had just wasted precious time folding a damn basket of dirty laundry.
I am still baffled by how it happened. The only thing I can think is that when I recently vacuumed the floor in the laundry room I put the few clothes from the floor (a light-colored load with King's dress shirts and the boys' khaki's) into a laundry basket and into the cabinet where empty laundry baskets are stored (as if there ever ARE empty laundry baskets!). #3 must have thought they were clean and put them into the living room for me to fold.
Sorta like Lucy Van Pelt when Snoopy gives her a big ol' lick on the face, I feel like I need to go disinfect from sniffing all those "unfresh" items.