After another bus ride from hell, which was somehow worse than the first one, you made it home. And not a moment too soon as your clothes were practically falling off of you. You went up to your room to get a spare change of clothes but remembered why you had to go commando in the first place. There was way too much laundry! You had no idea how Martha let it get this bad, you only really have the clothes your currently wearing.
Oh well, time to fix the problem. You go to the laundry room to confront all your dirty clothes and wash them yourself. After all, it was a thursday and you didnt want to have to deal with a lack of underwear two days in a row, even if it was technically Martha's job.
After an hour of filth, and more then a few youtube tutorials, you managed to start a load in the washer (made up entirely of your clothes of course, mom and dad wouldn't be back until monday night). Well, the video you watched said that you had about an hour to kill until the washer was done before you had to move it into the dryer. After that it would be another hour until you had your old clothes back.