Laundry. The bane of every mother’s existence. Never ending– ever. EVER! I’ve swam through so many piles of laundry at this point that I am pretty much the Michael Phelps of laundry swimming. And I’m thinking– where is my medal? We should totally be giving out medals to women who actually manage to stay on top of their laundry. It seems like the impossible dream to me. A couple years ago it was getting so out of hand I decided I had to change something or I was going to go INSANE! So I did, and it made all the difference in the world. Let me explain.