Saturday.

Suppose it's my own fault for thinking logically.

I mean, if everyone in the family is playing video games, and I announce that I'm doing laundry and get ignored, it makes sense to wash towels first and hound people for the rest of their clothes later.
So, I empty the bathroom of its used towels and wash cloths and fill the towel racks with the last three clean towels.

Alas. Ear wax. *

Because T.H.E. moment the washer stops spinning, I walk into the bathroom to find Younger Son cleaning his gerbil cage.
With the last three towels.

You know what? I'm so ticked off that I don't think I'll give back the eleven cents that fell out of his pants pocket when I washed them. So, there!

*This is what Dumbledore said when tempted to try a Bertie Botts Every Flavor Bean after decades of avoiding them because of a foul-tasting vomit-flavor bean... only to pick another poor flavor.
We hope, yet are forever disappointed.