What can silence the worst storm, but is rarely there when needed most?

What is it that grows in secret and promises a weekend of sorting and folding? Solve the riddle → Though I carry many, I am often filled with silence. My short journey can feel long, especially on Monday mornings. Solve the riddle → I can promise the world, but often come with a heap of unexpected problems and a budget that never holds. Solve the riddle → What often disappears from its partner after spinning around in heat and suds? Solve the riddle → What holds boxes but never says a word? Solve the riddle →