If clothes don’t make it to the bathroom hamper, they don’t get washed.

Clean out your pockets, zip and button your pants, etc. What money I find in pockets, I get to keep. (No lie – I actually found a $20 one time and didn’t give it back. Bwa ha haaaaaaaa..)

Each child has a basket (including the supposedly grown man-child, aka husband).

I will wash, dry, and fold into their baskets. If the girls choose to root through their basket for an outfit, making a mess of it, I stop folding and just toss the remainder of the clean clothes into it without folding or sorting.

Once the baskets are full, they are then required to take it to their room, put it away immediately, and return said basket to the basement laundry area. Socks and undies are thrown into a “garbage can” style container (each has their own color) and they take that up with them, dump it into their “sock and underwear drawer” and they can either sort the socks to match them up – or not. Their socks; their choice.

Once I wash and dry, laundry is literally out my hands.

This doesn’t mean rules are always followed, but there is a price. If I have to hunt down laundry (including TKD uniforms, Polish dance tights, etc), they owe me two chores with no complaining. Complaining gets them an extra chore.

Yeah, I’m a hard ass. And sadly, my house is still a wreck with undone laundry. HAH!