*Multiplication. Laundry has, in my house at least, an astounding rate of multiplication. Many times I leave a shirt and a pair of pants alone together in a room and return several hours later to find that they have somehow added to their number a pair of underwear and several mismatched socks. Left alone for more than a day, they can easily quadruple their numbers.
*Prevalence. Laundry is always showing up everywhere. I find socks hiding under the kitchen table and shirts stuffed in the toy bins. Blankets love to hide in faraway corners. There is seemingly nowhere that laundry cannot be found.
*Resistance. Laundry can never be fully eradicated. Even when I think I have thoroughly scoured the house and turned up every piece of laundry. Even when I carefully transport all items to the washer while watching for dropped socks. After all is washed, folded and put away, I settle down onto the couch for a well-deserved break, reach for the remote, and feel the familiar knit of a sock under my fingertips, and I sigh...
Because: Laundry is like rabbits. (but not as cute)