When I was growing up we were given chores. Mine was laundry. We had 4 lines- like a big square. I could fit 6 loads of wash on them. My favorite part was trying to fill it up before the first load was dry. (There were 9 kids so this was not hard to do). We weren't allowed to go any where without our jobs being done first. I was always the last one done but to this day I love to do laundry and hang it on the line.
(and since I didn't want to go upstairs between loads I would sweep the basement and made curtains for the windows- anything so I didn't have to do more work. Every year we switched jobs- I hated the bathroom- traded my sister and all was well. Mom finally gave up and just let me do laundry.)