Our superheroes are: Cardboard and Duct Tape.
To see how big is magnitude of our problem, I took a picture:
But, meh. I don’t mind my house is a mess; it doesn’t seem to matter. My life is not in danger if I have a house full with a bundle of clothes. I don’t vomit rainbow if I have an anthill of newly washed clothes. Heck, I don’t mind at all if my house is messed up like tropical rain-forest that I have to walk with my hands swing left and right.
I just can’t stand about my wife’s complaining. It’s okay, honey, you don’t need to impress me with your maid skill, trying to get everything neat around the house. Your problem is thinking too much. And my problem is not thinking at all.
This machine makes me calm and light-hearted. I can help my wife and satisfy my lazy behavior at the same time. But first I have to seek, without feeling embarrassed, a few unwanted boxes at shop lots in the neighborhood.
I can create by myself as much as 4 machines because this machine is easily hackable. Well, one for me and my wife, two for both of my kids, and see whether they want to have fun with the machine or not. Usually it takes about 2 second before they get really bored and play something more interesting. But tune in, I will log my activity with the folding machine soon.