This Crazy Life

So we moved a washer and dryer into her closet.  Accommodating, yes, but at some point it’s about survival.  This was to make life easier for everyone else in the house.  She doesn’t have to leave her room and area at all to do laundry.  No one else is using it.  No one else can get into her area so she won’t be questioning her sisters.  Fast forward.  She’s doing laundry.  She’s not going to be done before they get home from school.  She wants me to keep them out of the house for 30 minutes longer.  But of course I’m not supposed to tell them why.  But even if I don’t tell them why they are going to know.  I tell her that.  I tell her no one can get to her stuff.  It’s in her room.  She’s upset.  I’m upset.  I text them just to see.  Now they are upset and they aren’t coming home at all and they don’t know when they’ll be home.  I lose no matter what I do.  All I’m trying to do is keep everyone “happy” if you can even call it that.  And I end up w/ everyone pissed.  She wants me to record them coming into the house when they do get home so she can see they don’t touch where the dryer vents outside.  And then follow them up to their rooms so she knows they are in their rooms.  All while not letting them know.  It’s ridiculous.  I know it is.  But I also need her to get her laundry done so she can live.  So basically I have no idea what to do and no matter what someone is going to be pissed.  And then I’m pissed because why did we spend the time and money moving a washer and dryer into your room if it’s still going to control the entire house.  Yes, I knew there would be other issues, but I honestly thought it would be something different than laundry.  Why are we so freaking hung up on laundry.