What’s so bad about laundry?

Laundry ranks high among my least favorite chores.  So I finally stopped and asked myself, "what is really so bad about laundry?"  I mean, think about what laundry used to be like...The women had to lug all of their clothes to a river or a stream (fighting through wild animals and poison ivy), wash each article on a scrub board, and hang everything to dry.  Or how about the women that used to boil huge pots of water in their kitchens?  When I was growing up, my grandma didn't have a dryer so after the clothes were done in the washer she had to hang everything out to dry.  One rain storm and those clothes were goners.  Contrast these situations with mine.  The hamper starts to get full (or in my case, the clothes are falling out the sides) and I carry the clothes all the way down one whole flight of stairs.  Next, I have to actually sort dark from light (don't tell my mom, but I don't always follow that rule).  I pile everything into the washer, pour in soap, turn a few knobs and press start.   If I don't forget that I had a load in the washer (right now, I am just remembering that my load is still sitting in the washer from yesterday), I switch everything to the dryer.  A couple of more buttons and I walk away.  At some point, I find my way back to the dryer to fold.  All of the clothes then must be taken back up that flight of stairs and smooshed into appropriate drawers.  I'm done!  No wild animals, no bad weather, no sweating over a pot of boiling water.  Just a little bit of walking and even time for a nap in between loads.  Doing laundry may not be so bad after all. I think that I just might run to my laundry room right now and switch that load in the washer over to the dryer.