Slade
Crying over laundry reminds me of a post I made on here way back when. Dd very kindly decided to vomit all over my bed one night, including the down king size duvet. Not to worry I thought at 3am, ill just run the bath, shove it in for now, take her duvet for the night and sort it out in the morning.
Well, do you think that I could get the fucking duvet out of the bath the next day. It took ds and I (who was about 8 or 9 at the time) all our strength to get the sodding thing out of the bath, note that at this point although I had let out the bath water after doing a standing on grape squeezing type clean on the bloody thing, it was still full of bits of sweetcorn and carrot you get the idea I am sure 
So we eventually dragged the bloody thing all the way through the house, dripping wet and got it outdoors. Then, I thought to myself, now what... we had to get the water out so attempted to get the wanking thing onto the washing line to get some of the water to drip out. Again we just managed to get it over two of the three lines.... and this point I was so bloody exhausted and ds was none too charmed either, as now he was full of watered down vomit too....
I walk indoors. I hear a crack. The fucking washing line had broken in half, and the fucking wankbadging duvet is lying on the grass again! At this point, the real rage sets in, ds storms off and says he is no longer helping.... I drag it again and sort of fling it over the dog kennel. Ah, but my name isnt Murphys for nothing..... oh no, what happened then. It started pouring with rain. Kennel was broken and about to be chucked out so wasnt undercover.... so I stand there watching the rain pelt the duvet. Ah well I think, at least it will give it a bit of a rinse off. When it stops raining I go out to find the duvet is now is darker shade, the colour had seeped through from the wood into the duvet.
I though deep and hard about leaving the fucker there to live forever, and then remembered that I had only just bought it a few months before, and the price of it..... yes well, it wasnt the cheapest duvet in the shop. 
So I could stand it no more.... I go back out and haul it off the kennel, ripping part of it along the way. Poor ds, who by this time has managed to get some of his strength back, gets hauled out again too. I pull the car around and reverse up to the globule of duvet and we start to pour it into the boot of the car, yes its still dripping....
I get into the car, drive to the laundry and walk in. I see the owner and I fall into the chair sobbing my eyes out. She runs over probably thinking I have just been mugged or seriously injured, and I manage to hand over my keys to her and say...its in the boot.... What must have been going through her mind as to what may have been in said boot, I dont know. She could have expected a dead body by my entrance....
It took four of them to lift it out and do another drag across the road to get it inside the laundry!! The owner sat me down, brought a box of tissues, as I relayed my story of the fucking fucker duvet and the fact that I hadnt had a wink of sleep the night before....
She phoned me a couple of days later to say i could come and collect fucker duvet.....
Imagine my response when she walked around the corner with a lovely square in yellow plastic, which she held in her two arms, not a muscle was strained, no tears streaming down her face. I just could not believe that something so heavy two days prior nearly was the end of me..... I was now able to carry in one hand!
So, morale of story. Always take your duvet to the laundry no matter what!!!