I have a feeling I’ve used this post title before. It’s not right, is it, that I have the sneaking suspicion that people are out to get me? No. The answer is no.
Every time I do laundry something odd happens. When I get things folded I find that Philip has 75% more laundry than everyone else. Okay, that 75% percent is just a guess because I’m not so good at the math stuff but it looks like this: everyone else will have 5 items and Philip will have 20 items. TWENTY.
I have also, on occasion, found clean clothes in the dirty clothes. You know, things that I just put away and no one has worn. That alone is enough to ruffle my feathers on occasion. But then . . .
THEN, this week, Philip had 3 stacks of laundry. Three stacks to our one, mind you. At the same exact time I found the majority of the contents of his drawers in the dirty clothes.
That, my friends, is it. The last straw. My only option, obviously, is to cease doing laundry. Or let Philip go naked. Either way. The madness ends here.
It’s funny when your a kid, because your somewhat encouraged to have interest and hobbies, more or less, find yourself. I’m doing something a little different with my children. I’m letting them know right up front that the life of an adult consists mostly of laundry and dishes. Everything else will fall by the wayside. It’s a constant battle to which there can be no victory. Joce recently purchased a new article of clothing that supposedly needs to be hand washed. It took every ounce of my will not to take it to the curb with the rest of the refuse.
That has happened at our house many times my solution everyon does their oun laundry. I realize he might be a bit young bet hey I sure he would get the point