Laundry Quandary

I have a serious problem. I don't mind doing laundry. But for some reason I hate sorting and folding socks. I'm sure it stems from my childhood... My mother must have had the same hatred and would let the socks gather until it was a completly overwhelming and undaunting task then she would give us the unrelenting job. BUT, not only would she pass it on to us, she would try to make it sound as though she was doing us a favor. She was sacrificing and doing the 'hard' part of the laundry and letting us do the 'easy' socks.
My husband mocks me and even asked at one point " why don't you just fold the socks with each batch and not let them pile up?"
In my mind I know I am completely irrational and yet, I hear myself defending the insanity of it all....
"Well that's just unheard of....If I do it that way, then I end up doing twice as much work because inevitably one of the socks is in one load and the other ends up in another load and ... and ... and... "
As I watch the smile spread across his face I can't help but smile myself and quietly accept defeat.
And yet here is the proof. I am a creature of habit.