I'd like to subscribe, too! (Although after this afternoon I won't be at a computer until next Tuesday . . . )
I think I'm pretty organized - it's something I work hard at, though. I work FT in 4 days/week and have a 3.5 yo DD, so in order to be on top of stuff I have to be pretty routinized.
Since we're talking laundry, here's what I do to stay in control in that arena. First, we have next to nothing that needs ironing (it helps that DH is not in a profession where he needs those starched, ironed shirts, I guess). I might iron 3 times a year. Second, we try not to toss things in the laundry basket unless they need to be there (visibly stained or obviously dirty, or something you obviously would not wear twice, like undies). You would be surprised at how often DH would wear, say, a pair of socks and a T-shirt for 2 hours, then toss them into the laundry before I cracked down on him. Things like PJs can get worn for 4 nights in a row - they DO NOT need to get thrown into the laundry basket each morning. Likewise, pants and jeans can be worn several times before they are washed. Being stern about that has really reduced the amount of laundry that piles up in the basket. Third, I have 2 designated nights per week for doing laundry. I usually do 2 loads on those nights, and each has to get folded and put away before I go to bed. My mother would be appalled if she knew this, but I only wash sheets every other week - that happens every other Friday. We co-sleep, so there's only one set of sheets to wash (DD has her own bed, but spends so little time in it, I only wash her stuff occasionally). Finally, all of our socks are basically the same, either gray or white, so there is no scrambling to find a match. I keep mesh bags in our rooms hanging on the back of our bedroom doors, and socks go in that. I grab the bags, throw them in the laundry, and the socks are clean with no annoying need to sort. They can go right back in the sock drawer like that.
Not the most exciting conversation, but damn, it does feel good to be organized. OK, now I have revealed myself as an anal odd ball.