Mind you, I'm talking about you, not me, being in this situation. I would never get myself in such a dilemma. So what would you do? Avoid all that stuff that needs to be done. And complain probably. About stuff that doesn't even matter. Yeah, definitely you would complain about all the stuff that is wrong with your life. Like the fact that the front of your house is so flat and there are no flower beds and the curb appeal is at an overwhelming zero and apparently you are the only one concerned with that so you absolutely have to spend all your time today worrying about it rather than putting the glitter Christmas trees back in their boxes. You would complain about the fact that your bathroom with it's almond toilet has been disgusting for too long and you would avoid laundry by going to the local tile store and looking for over an hour today at tile you cannot afford to buy even though you love it because it is $14 per square foot. You would probably even storm around in anger when you find that your sick two-year-old daughter wiped her actual tongue with a clorox wipe that had just seconds previous been used to removed puppy feces off of your living room floor. Yeah, that one would probably really tear you up for a good while. So you would complain about it all, I'm sure, and avoid anything that resembled housework - including but not limited to cooking for your family.
The next thing you would do, probably, if it were you in this situation - not me for sure - is get insanely and inexplicably angry at your husband for folding the laundry. The stupid way his stupid self is rubbing it in your stupid face that he is a better stupid person than you that can actually do the stupid laundry without feeling like he is stupidly going to die of stupid torture. Stupid. Then you would probably say something terribly mean just because you wanted to make him mad - all because he was being a big jerk and folding that laundry so stupidly. And it would probably work. And things might become slightly confrontational.
Then you would feel bad. Because really, if the worst thing your poor husband does all week is fold 5 loads of laundry, can he really be all that stupidly bad? Probably notsomuch.
And that's pretty much what you would do if you were a crazy lady that was feeling overwhelmedish because you procrastinate. And hate laundry with a fiery passion that burns.
Wow. It's a good thing I'm not like you.