Oh my, bearisgray, I had forgotten about the order of washing. I did the same thing. Our washer was downstairs in the garage. By the time it got to the DH's heavily soiled work clothes, I was so tired going up and down the stairs (usually lugging one little one on my hip and one "in the oven" I would just let that work clothes agitate forever. He had the cleanest uniforms at the shop (he was a farm equipment/automobile mechanic). :lol: Thanks for the memory.