I can wash all the dishes in my house. They can all be put away in the cupboard for about 5 minutes before the next meal dirties them again. But at least they can all be clean.
Laundry makes that obsessive compulsive side of my brain go into seizure. In a family of five, with towels, sheets, kitchen wipe up towels, bath rugs, and clothes, it is impossible to ever have all the laundry done at the same time.
And then there's the added problem of needing to wear clothes while running the loads of laundry up and down the stairs. (No, I'm not doing the laundry nekkid. My ten year old daughter would just crumple and die of embarrassment if she ever saw my bare ass.)
The laundry thing makes me grind my teeth....