HELP! We're being eaten by the laundry montser!

We're drowning in laundry!!! I'm not kidding... I should post a picture of the mountain of laundry I have to do. It literally covers the WHOLE FLOOR in the laundry room and comes up to mid-calf. It's not that I just don't do it, it's that I can't manage to get down to the basement. Our basement isn't finished, so the kids can't really go down there. If I leave them all upstairs for more than... oh... 30 seconds or so, I will inevitably come back up to two crying boys: Elaine beats up on Micah, and Micah beats up on Arie. Since Elaine is the oldest, she doesn't seem to get pummeled as often. Like my mom always use to say, "Shit rolls down-hill". That phrase definitely applies to my children.

Granted, I COULD be using nap-time to do the laundry, but nap-time is "ME" time, and as it is I only have about 15 minutes of nap-time that I get to enjoy because I spend all of the rest of nap-time straightening up the house and scraping food off of the walls. It's sad when "ME" time = peeing in private and standing by the kitchen sink to inhale a snack (these two things are NOT done together ;)~ Oh how I YEARN for the days where I could go to the store and spend 15 seconds unbuckling myself and getting out of the car as opposed to the 10 minutes it now takes me to unbuckle 4 of us, get us all "into" something pushable with wheels, wipe snot off of noses, and plug screaming mouths with pacifiers. Without my children though, life would be pretty dull.