I bought a nice ironing board and iron because I thought doing chores would make me a better person. Instead I stare at a pile of wrinkled shirts everyday and feel guilty.
Like how if you commute the same way every day, the memory of each one seems to merge and disappear. Sure, you lose that time, but it becomes a completely neutral experience.
[1] L.L. Bean sell "wrinkle free" cotton shirts that you just hang up when they come out of the drier. They stay pretty wrinkle free even in a suitcase.
It takes me perhaps half a week to do laundry. I load up all my laundry in one load in the washer, with a ColorCatcher to avoid dye bleeding. Once it's done I move it all to a dedicated spot in my closet, where I take all the things that need to be hanged and hang them, and leave the rest for the next day.
Over the next few days I'll extract the other outerwear, then the underwear, until I'm left with socks. All of my socks are inside-out, so one day I'll turn them right-side-out and the next I'll fold them and put them up.
Works because it's just me.