I am one [itty bitty] person.
Yet, the only thing I can manage to find time for [aside from school, church, family, etc.] is laundry.
An endless stream of dirty clothes fill the wicker waiting room with dreams of detergent and H2O.
That endlessness transfers to a new basket awaiting the steam of the iron and the resting place of a hanger and that large-ish closet.
I'm am weary of laundry, particularly the ironing.
When I am employed again, I may seriously consider sending my dirties out to be laundered.
Yes, I am very serious.