It's my week....again

Unfortunately, I erased the horrific picture of the enormous piles of laundry we had a few weeks ago. Luckily, it was a Sunday when the piles were at their worst. Sunday is the changing of the guard for laundry duty. (I almost just spelled duty like dootie. It must be time that I get a new duty.) I'd like to say it's a fair exchange for the chore but I think my sisters would beg to differ. I agree with them that Jake is very helpful, but I don't think we should try to stomp out his desire to serve.

Anyway....it's my week again. I'm good at keeping the laundry moving from the hamper, to the washer, to the dryer. Then there's kind of a stick in my spokes. The infamous laundry-holding chair in my bedroom, becomes a monstrous, mountainous pile of clean clothes. I'd argue that a pile of clean laundry is convenient for picking out tomorrow's clothes.
Now on Jake's weeks, the laundry is washed, dried, and hung. Not only that, Jake tries to get my clothes hung how I organize them. He does the sheets too! I'm afraid the nickname and his impersonation of Dobby the House Elf is not temporary. I'm more grateful then I can express for all Jake does but my insensitive mouth dared ask him if I give him a sock, will he be free? Just in case, I hid all the socks.

Listen, the point of this is....I need help. Not the literal, do my laundry, kind of help. I just need to know how to find the motivation to finish the laundry when it's dirty again in a micro-second. Is there a laundry routine/system that I can believe in?