I'm out of quarters for the laundromat.

I needed to buy more underwear, anyway.

I'm waiting until I have enough clothes for a full load.

No sense in doing the washing until I bring my workout clothes home from the gym.

I'm saving my washing up until I visit my parents. Nobody folds like my mother.

After I separate the whites, the colors, the delicates, and the permanent press, the washer's only a quarter full; it's not worth wasting water, soap, and electricity on such small loads.

I'm waiting until after the exterminator comes. I'll have to wash everything then, anyway, because the fallout from that poison settles over every article of clothing and all the linen in the house.

I'm waiting until there's a really good movie on TV, so I have something to watch while I'm waiting for the end of the spin cycle.

I don't know which of your things go into the dryer and which ones have to be hung up to dry.

I'm planning to do the laundry the night before our trip so I have lots of clean clothes to pack.

I can't do the washing until I have time to fold it and put it all away.