I've started this new thing where I won't put in a new load of laundry until the previous load is FOLDED. It has been *awesome.* Seriously. My old pattern was: wait until mountains of laundry pile up. Wash a load, dry a load, throw it on the couch. Wash another load, dry that load, throw that load on the couch. Lather, rinse, repeat. Basically the only time I would ever fold laundry was when the entire couch was covered... which equals about seven loads of laundry (or, um, more). Good thing we have two couches! Suffice it to say that I hate folding laundry. Hate it! Two good things came from this "plan." One, Josh would occasionally take pity on me and fold THE WHOLE MOUNTAIN of laundry. Bless that man! Two, Ben has learned how to fold washcloths, his own underwear, and the entire family's pants. And he actually likes to do it! With a gigantic mountain of laundry to be folded, I could keep myself busy with towels and t-shirts while he went to town on the stuff he could do. It was great.
But maybe not as great as only ever folding one load at a time. I am baffled by how tiny a load of laundry seems. It takes me like five minutes. Maybe ten. And since I don't put another load IN until the current load is folded, I get a long break in between foldings which is sheer bliss. I still hate folding laundry.