I don't know if I ever mentioned this before, but Ryan and I have no laundry facilities in our apartment so we're unfortunately forced to do laundry in one of two ways. One, lug our baskets and bins down the road to the local laundromat that charges an arm and a leg to dry things. Two, lug our baskets and bins of dirty clothes to Ryan's parent's house. We typical choose the family route because we can actually do something productive, like spend time with them, while getting our laundry done. Needless to say, it's always a bit trying to get all of our laundry from place to place and cleaned in a timely fashion.
The pros to this method include family time, an almost savage need to wear things more than once before throwing them in the laundry pile, and I'm much more adventurous with my clothing choices these days. I try my hardest each month to concentrate on those positive aspects of laundry day instead of loathing yet another household chore needing to be done. big kiss, bekuh