I observed that my laundry room countertop had pretty much disappeared under gigantic piles of clean but unsorted laundry, so I sat down this afternoon, folded, and had the kids take most of it upstairs where it belonged. (Notice I didn't say all of it. If I didn't have some piles of laundry sitting around, the apocalypse would be at hand. But there's a difference between reasonable piles and truly terrifying piles.) I feel better now. Sometimes the housework backs up to the point where it really starts to bug me, and this was definitely one of those times:-).