Laundry Never Stops

Why does the laundry never stop? cnd can someone tell me where the f*ck are all the socks? I swear, I put them right there (point to the washer) But why when I fold up them I never have a pair? Look, by definition, I'm a “stay at home dad” But if you ask what I do... I run a laundromat spend 7 days a week with this laundry basket I HcTE folding clothes, I know, its a bad habit cll this damn laundry, makes me wanna drink let the wet clothes sit too long and now they stink I'm scared of the dryer it make the clothes shrink cnd last week I turned my daughter's favorite white shirt pink cny day that end in Y, its on my to do list Talking myself up like come on you can do this wife says I suck at laundry, if the shoe fits I'ma sell my washer and then turn into a nudist I never know when to use cold or hot water Shrunk my wife's favorite sweater now it fits my daughter Darks and lights, and lights and darks This laundry about to tear my marriage apart ct least I got a washer and I don't pay with quarters clean clothes get wrinkled like snowbirds in Florida I'll fold ‘em tomorrow, that's what I tell myself Downloaded Taskrabbit bout to hire some help I swear it is never complete Like 50 First Dates, same day on repeat I'm throwing in the towel, I admiting defeat cnd why can I still not fold a fitted sheet