I don’t know who needs to hear this right now, but it’s time to fold the laundry that’s been lying around since last Sunday.

My husband is the do-it-yourself type. I asked him to take out the garbage and he said, “do it yourself.”

I will never understand why our washing machines feel the need to lie about how much time is left. If you need more time, just let me know, that’s fine.

The quickest way to get your kid to do their homework is to ask them to help with some chores.

I was abducted by aliens. They made me wash my hands, clean my room, and eat my vegetables. Turns out I was on the mothership.

So. Fed the laundry and washed the cat. Showered the garbage and disposed of myself. Was there anything else?

If you want your teen to finish her homework, tell her to fold the laundry.

I get it, laundry, no one is doing me either.

Never understood why people train their dogs to sit pretty or roll over when there are useful tricks like empty the dishwasher or fold the laundry.

Cleaning the rocks of the earth one load of my kids’ laundry at a time.

Chores give kids a sense of responsibility while teaching relevant life skills such as procrastination.

I feel for my kids, who had to take in the groceries and put them away today. They may never recover from this traumatic experience.

You have to be careful about sending your spouse things on social media. You send too many things, next thing you know chores are being redistributed because of “all the free time you clearly have”.

Of course the laundry has to be done, but the wine doesn’t drink itself either.

As a dad, you’re required to ask your neighbor “You gonna do mine next?” when you see them raking leaves.

That moment when you clean the apartment and a year later everything is dirty again.

“You don’t load the dishwasher right,” I said to my wife just before it permanently became my job.

Wake me when AI does housework.

I just cleaned the house top to bottom, so now I’m gonna need everybody to stop living here.

If I climbed all the way to the top of Mount Everest and looked up, then I’d finally see the top of our family’s weekly laundry pile.