In my family, we started doing our own laundry as part of contributing to the maintenance of our home. My mom owned and managed two restaurants, dad was career military, and my older brothers took me in tow and showed me how to launder clothes (shirts, pants, and socks/underwear, which we called 'fluff'), bedding and bathroom stuff like towels and wash cloths and how to iron. Dad pretty much 'inspected' every day: We knew how to cook and clean, so when mom and dad got home, everything was clean, and dinner was ready. We cleaned the house every Saturday morning and did daily straightening up.
There was time for evrything: both brothers played school sports, and I was on the swim team.
Parents never saw soiled or cum-stained fluff or sheets with, as my dad called them, 'pecker tracks.'