As I sat there in the middle of the living room floor, knees folded beneath me, the rhythm of the task at hand hummed in my mind like a familiar tune. Sort, fold, stack. Sort, fold, stack. Laundry is such a routine task, and not one of my favorites. Yet, without warning, something else grabbed my attention. Stains. With two young and active kids, no amount of pre-soaking, scrubbing, or pre-treating gets out every single stain. Grass stains, slobber stains from a welcoming dog passing by, bubble-solution stains, wiping-my-hands-on-my-shirt-rather-than-a-napkin stains, ink stains, blood ... Read the Post