My Trip to the Wash Machine

Ok... so its time to do my laundry. I grab some clothes, pick up the few that are scattered around, then look around for any clothes I might have missed. My arms are wrapped around a pretty good sized pile by now as I try to get a better hold on the clothes that want to drop. I then make my way to the top of the stairs, while peering around my pile that's obstructing my view. There's an ironing board with an iron on it along the wall that leads to the top of the stairs. I bump it on my way and almost despair because I would have to drop my pile of clothes to pick up the iron before it burns the carpet. Thankfully all it did was teeter around a little, then balanced again on its own. I drop one piece of clothing so I just pick it up with my bare feet. At the top of the stairs I stop, peer around my pile again and make sure my first step lands on the right stair. I gingerly make my way down the stairs. As I near the bottom, I glance down around my pile again to make sure my path is clear. I'm very thankful I do because on the 3 bottom steps there are some piles of Legos and a toy tractor. I stop on the 4th stair, find my landing spot, and jump to ground level. I drop a few clothes, so I wrap my arms tighter around my pile, as I bend over to collect the strays. As I straighten up, I again make sure my path is clear. Besides a few shoes, my way is clear, so I continue my journey to the washer machine. As I enter the mudroom, the door opens and my brother, not looking to see if anybody is there, comes barreling through, barely missing me, but hitting part of my pile. Some clothes fall again, so I carefully pick those that fell up and place them on top of my pile. I continue on my way, bump into the doorway, peer around my pile again, then push the laundry room door open. There are socks laying on the floor that I have to step over. I resituate my pile so I can get a better hold with only one arm around my pile. This is going to be easy. I'm just gona open the washer, shove my clothes in, and start it up. Well, I open the washer and there is a pile of towels in there. I groan. Sooo now I have to drop my pile. I open the dryer. 3 Otter Pop wrappers and a $10 bill come fluttering out. There is a load of jeans in there, so I collect all of the jeans and take them to the "folding couch" or the "clothes collecting couch". I trudge back to the washer and transfer the towels to the dryer. I sit down on my pile of clothes and watch the towels tumble around in the dryer. I look down at some of the socks and wonder who wore them and why they are so dirty. Some socks are cute, but some are just weird looking. I remember when I was younger and the girls all wore long socks, then scrunched them all up so they reached about 3" above their ankles.
          I get up and pick up my clothes one by one, and put them in the washer. I had walked over my pile while switching loads and while doing so, had strewn them around. I had to pick through the socks to find all my clothes. My little sis comes running up just then and tries to throw her Sippy cup into the washer. I finally get the washer shut and started. I feel so accomplished. I go on with my day and never think twice about my trip to the washer. Until now;)