The family I know with 8 kids set 10 as the Age of Doing Your Own Laundry

That was my family's Laundry Age, too. For some reason I think 8 was Washing The Dishes Age. (My mom even gave me this whole spiel about how when you turn 8, you get your very own Dish-Washing Apron! I was not impressed.)

Although I honestly don't remember if my brother had to start doing his own laundry at 10 or washing the dishes at 8. I feel like he at least had to do his own laundry, because my mom would not put up with doing her kids' laundry when they were damn well able to.

I cannot overstate the extent to which I do not want to keep working for the next hour and a half.

That is all.

No, wait, there's more. Either my allergies or the meds for them are making my eyes all dry and irritated, and every time I think "Ow, my eyes are dry" I get earwormed with What I Did For Love.

My plan for this afternoon was cleaning my apartment. I took a nap instead.

My Age Of Laundry was somewhere between 10 & 12; I don't remember exactly. I do remember feeling vastly superior to all the guys (and they were all guys) who showed up at college with no idea how to push a button on a machine.

The idea of doing just my laundry and not the household's as a whole seems very odd to me. That said, we kids took turns doing the household's laundry, though I don't remember at what age that started. I do know that folding clean laundry started younger than the rest of the process.

I do remember feeling vastly superior to all the guys (and they were all guys) who showed up at college with no idea how to push a button on a machine.

Right? The same guys who ended up with pink socks and t-shirts about 3-4 weeks in to freshman year (i.e., when they finally did their first load of laundry).

I cannot overstate the extent to which I do not want to keep working for the next hour and a half.

I basically had meetings from 9 to 2:30 and then just stopped working. I'll need to do some over the weekend, but it was WORTH IT. (...she says now.)

I didn't do laundry at all while I was growing up. (OK, a few times I did my own, so I did know how to do it when I got to college.) OTOH I started doing barn chores every night at age 7.

Timelies all!

Don't remember when I learned to do laundry, only that I knew how when I got to college.

it seems like the only options are to get another appraisal (which we'd have to pay for, and which would surely delay the closing, which is in a week), to walk away from the sale, or to eat the difference.

Can you be like, nope, and see if they walk away from it?

ETA: or maybe actually back down, suck it up, and pay the goddamn price of the house they agreed to?

I remember being a buyer in a sellers market and getting smacked down all over the damn place.