A family of six creates a lot of laundry. Heaping tons of undies, t-shirts and *shudder* socks. I swear the absolute worst time of the week is sock time. That moment when there is no hiding from mountain of mismatched foot covers and my young boys are whining, "I've got no socks."
Nobody wants to deal with the mound of hosiery. I beg and cajole the kids into taking a stack and attempting to find partners for each sock. Together we must spend hours at this chore. Each week I find myself daydreaming of tossing out the works and just buying new. Socks are one of the main reasons I must kill people on paper.
Forget sending people to live on Mars. Forget discovering a new efficient fuel source. If someone invents self folding socks now THAT would change my life.
How about you? Are you waiting for an invention to save you hours of frustration?