I swear it feels like I am doing laundry every day and yet the basket never stays empty. With him working outside doing cement work/construction work, there is always something that needs to be washed. I'm not really complaining per say. It's not like I'm dragging a basket of clothes down to the rivers edge and scrubbing with a rock. Just one day of not having to fight with the hose coming loose in the basement or the antique wooden rack falling down while covered with my wet clothes.....a gal can dream, right?