It's become a symbol of my refusal to bow down yet again to the slavery that comes with having children, writes Beck Vass

The pile of laundry is so high, I don't know where to start.

Two baskets of washing have sat full, for two weeks. I have rummaged through on the odd morning looking for specific items the kids have requested but it has got to the point where I can't find any socks.

They're in there. Somewhere.


Every day for the last two weeks I have told myself I will sort it. But I don't.

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