One more tidbit about doing every single piece of laundry...
When I got to the socks, specifically Luke's socks, I slowed down. I stared at the basket of mismatched sad old things and wanted to cry. I imagined myself up-cycling them into puppets or, I dunno, what else do you make out of old worn-out socks? I thought if I did that, I could buy new ones that were all exactly the same as each other and the sock-matching thing wouldn't ruin my life anymore. I stood there feeling guilty about the unrealistic puppet idea for a minute and then I put them in the trash. I went to the store. I bought new ones. The sock matching thing is not going to ruin my life anymore. I am pregnant, I get to decide things like this.
This was me, today.