I fold my laundry before I put it in the washer, making neat little piles of sorted clothes that are the perfect load size for my machine.
I fold it a second time the moment it comes out of the dryer because I hate having baskets full of wrinkled clothes.
And trust me, you don’t even want to know about my method for sock sorting. *hands a whiskey sour to the Hubster, who’s had to endure more than one sock-folding session with his laundry-crazed wife*
TRUE STORY: Dealing with crazy is easier with whiskey in hand.