laundry pile of doom

So for the last two weeks I have had to work extra night shifts to bring up my hours so I don't lose benefits. Needless to say I have neglected everything that wasn't work. Luckily Michael has picked up most of my slack around the house and my mom made us dinners.
At our house Michael does the laundry and I fold it and put it away. So for about two weeks the clean laundry pile in our bedroom grew until it was as tall as I was. Last Saturday night I came home and saw it and burst into tears because I was so tired and didn't have the energy to fold it. Yup, I had a nervous breakdown over a pile of laundry. Thanks pregnancy hormones! It was fun to watch Michael try to get a shirt out of the bottom of the pile though. Kinda like Jenga.