If you do it regularly, no one will ever know you did it.
Your family will think that after everyone goes to bed at night the shirts head to the closet in search for the perfect hanger, the blue jeans amble over to the drawer, socks mate, and the undergarments cover themselves in the under ware drawer.
No one in my family would believe such a tale.
Yesterday Mike entered the living room holding matching white crew cut socks, one in each hand.
"I was overjoyed when I found these."
He's so sweet not to nag me when I fall behind on little things like making sure the family is clothed.
"Hon, I've been having a hard time finding socks lately."
"It's not just you," I reply, "It's the whole family."
"I'll be speaking on their behalf as well. ...I mean, I appreciate all the sanding you've been doing on the boy's bunk beds, but maybe you could take a break and do some laundry."
I don't know what you were doing at 5:30 this morning, but I was up mating socks.