My mom stopped doing my laundry when I was in the third grade, because she was mentally unwell. She never taught me how to do it myself. I have kids now, and while they help with the laundry, and know how to do it, my husband and I do the bulk of it. They're kids. They have the rest of their lives to do their laundry. It's our responsibility. It's kind of a sore subject with me, really. They didn't ask to be here. They know how to cook and take care of themselves, but until they leave my home, or turn into mouthy teenagers, I'll happily take care of them. It's sort of my job as their mom.