Annie contemplated the pile of laundry generated by her 4 kids and her husband and decided that life sucked. All she did was laundry. All they did was change their clothes. It seemed every time she finished a load, someone appeared with a new pile. On top of it all, she had to work full time. She hated it when one of the kids screamed that they needed something to wear that was being laundered; it was always her fault. Annie hated laundry. And her husband, Fred, was a lousy lay...Mr. Three Minutes...she could time an egg by him. He was so bad, sometimes she begged off sex and told him she had to do the laundry. And Annie hated laundry.
One Friday night Annie was exhausted, her day at work was lousy, dinner had been late and Fred had complained about it when she'd served it ("Tastes like shit", he had whispered.). So, she decided to get the kids to bed then take a nice relaxing bath with Mr. Big, her dildo, then go to sleep; she would ignore the laundry. But just to be fair to herself, she took all the laundry to the basement so she wouldn't have to look at it while she ignored it. The kids actually went to sleep, Mr. Big was wonderful and so attentive to her needs and she drifted to sleep smelling sweet and happy, knowing Fred would not bother her when he came to bed (he rarely initiated anything).
After her refreshing sleep, Annie, awoke to a sunny Saturday, had a cup of coffee (she loved the weekend mornings when Fred slept, the kids slept and she had some peace) and descended into the basement, in unusually good spirits, to do the laundry. She reached the washing area and found six piles of washed clothes where she had left a large pile of dirty clothes the night before. Annie was confounded. This was unprecedented. Being pragmatic, she concluded that she had walked in her sleep and done the laundry unconsciously. She discarded the notion that Fred had done the laundry as preposterous. The Cubs would win the World Series first.
The event bothered Annie, she was unused to mysteries, the kids and Fred were fairly predictable. She thought about it all week and decided that she would repeat the sequence of events the next week to see what happened. Just to be sure she even ignored the laundry on Thursday, thus leaving a bigger pile. She was so excited, she had trouble falling asleep, but she was asleep before Fred came to bed, as she had hoped.