There's the ones at midnight, to be hung out in the morning.
The one in the afternoon, that was supposed to be hung out that morning, but has gone stinky, so needs washing again.
There's the one that my husband does, and goes on about it like he's the first human to work a washing machine, but it only contains his gym stuff.
There's the load that got hung outside, then a flock of starlings crapped all over it so that needs rewashing.
And the load that comes out of the washing machine covered in black slime, and needs rewashing after the machine's been cleaned.
There's the dog and cat beds, which, no matter what we do, ensure a continuous stream of pet hairs are deposited on our clothes for the rest of eternity.
There's the load that all comes out pink, even though there's nothing red within a 10 m radius.
There are the three loads in quick succession on a Sunday afternoon because every bugger here suddenly finds they dont have any clean shirts/skirts/socks/gym kits for Monday morning.
To be honest, I think I'm doing ok if it gets washed at all. I don't bother separating things out.