the laundry quandary

this is about a week's worth of laundry. shirts to be hung are draped over the couch. socks are still in a pile, haven't sorted them yet. but this is more or less the end result. isn't it beautiful? in fact, i'm so enamored by it, that i'm considering leaving it there. before you think that's weird, let me explain a few points of order:

1. if you've ever seen a child look for something in their drawer, you will know that inevitably, they go for whatever lies on the bottom of the drawer. to get to it, they rummage through all the nicely folded clothes, thus making them not-so-nicely-folded. this makes me sad.

2. at this moment, the laundry is pretty much done. except that it's not, because my whole family is actually wearing clothes right now. which means in about 2 hours, after baths, there will be more laundry.

3. nothing in this pile smells odd, has a stain, or holds living creatures in its pockets.

4. nothing in this pile is missing.

now. those are simple points. i don't think i'm out of line in presenting them. my original thought, my brainchild of domestic duties, that i leave this laundry right where it is, actually ties in to address all four points of order. if no one moves this laundry, the drawers will never be a mess; the laundry (eventually) will at some point be DONE; it will always stay clean; more grasshoppers will live; and everyone will always know where their clothes are. each week, i'll do a little more, and eventually, it will pile up into a laundry utopia. i realize in order for this to work, however, we will have to move to a nudist colony, which could potentially be embarrassing for my entire family and me. thus spawns my laundry quandry.