This is actually the bane of my existence. I start thinking about this as soon as one dirty sock hits my hamper. “Ok, I have to wait a few days so I have a proper load. But next Tuesday, if I book it out of work, I can be home by like 5:15 and get it done by like 7:30 at the latest.” The best part is
a) I still procrastinate until there’s an actual mountain of laundry, and
b) the torment I cause myself is ALWAYS so much worse than actually DOING laundry.
In the end, I feel awesome for having just done this insanely simple task. That’s when my self-critic pops up to remind me how long I put off such an easy task. And then I put a sock in the hamper…. *sigh*