Never-ending Laundry

It seems as though I work at a place that does a person's laundry for them. That's my job when I come home. The laundry piles up, I wash it, I dry it, I fold it (eventually), but then I look and it's piled up again! It literally is "never-ending laundry" around these parts. There's not a day that goes by that there isn't at least one load to do. And as soon as I catch up on it, there's even more to do. Will the nonesense of ever stop!?

These are the clean clothes. More is in the washer and dryer, and there's still two more loads to do.