I suppose the reward for me is really the folding. If you've ever seen The Big Bang Theory or worked in a clothing story, you're familiar with some sort of folding board. I would use one of those. I went out of my way to use one when I worked in retail. Yes, it's anal retentive, but there's a certain sense of satisfaction I get out of precision folding my clothes. No, this doesn't mean I want to come to your house and do your laundry.
Then there's the part of the laundry process that I remember enjoying even as a child. Although I was less than enthused to be on family laundry duty when I was seven years old, I loved piles of clothes fresh out of the dryer. I would cover myself in them, absorbing the warmth and the fresh scent. Although I no longer lay in a pile, I do have a tendency to drape a warm t-shirt over myself.
On a side note, it's funny how the stream of consciousness that is this blog has a tendency to harken back to childhood and adolescent "I remember when..." moments. I suppose I'll have a really good collection ready when I'm old, so I won't have to recall them on my own.
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