Once upon a time, there was a queen. She was a strong queen. She met challenges head on, had resilience, and an inner strength that was seen by all in her castle. The king and two princes that were her family and shared the castle with her admired her strength. Sometimes they took for granted that the queen could handle anything. On one particular day, after about a week of many royal appointments, royal working, and royal meetings, the queen decided it couldn’t be put off any longer. The Dragon MUST be tamed. It had been growing steadily out of control for long enough. Obviously, the Dragon was too much for the rest of the royal family. They were fearful of it, and tiptoed around it, not daring to look it in the eye. So the queen set at it one morning. For hours she battled the Dragon. The eldest prince was present for most of the battle. He kept his distance, so as not to anger the Dragon (or the queen!). It wasn’t a pretty sight. There was evidence of the battle all over the royal family room floor. In the end, the queen was triumphant, and the Dragon was left in neatly folded piles, scatter throughout the castle waiting to be put where they belonged by the members of the royal family. As the queen sat on the royal couch, catching her breath after this grisly battle, the eldest prince came down the royal stairs with three royal overflowing baskets and declared, “Mom, I brought my laundry down.” The queen looked up, and much to her dismay, she saw yet another Dragon, waiting to be slayed (or folded). She sighed, and muttered under her breath, “There must be a huge nest of these pesky Dragons somewhere in this house!” And then she headed to the royal laundry room to resume her duties. After all, she is the queen of her castle, and these laundry dragons don’t slay themselves…