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Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Dirty Laundry

I was sitting at the table doing my make up in a tiny handheld mirror (being run out of my own bathroom by my husband's morning "stream and steam" routine), when Parker came through, clad in a towel, and headed for the laundry room. He pawed through the few clean but wrinkled items on top of the dryer, then sighed and headed back to his room empty-handed and underwear-less.
I had a twinge of guilt.
Two minutes pass and Hillary enters. Same routine only with pajama pants in place of the towel. Not sure what she was looking for, but she didn't find it. She left the kitchen and went straight for MY closet. Plan B.
I had a twinge of frustration.
Yep, you guessed it...the parade was not over. My wet-headed husband lumbered past and headed straight for the laundry room.
Now I was just flat-out mad!
What do they think? That our machines are magical? That clean clothes magically appear? Did they not notice that I worked late the day before and didn't even get home til after 5? And then I cooked supper and flew to a ball game. And then helped with homework before collapsing into bed. When did they assume I had done laundry? Maybe I get up in the middle of the night, so excited to wash their dirty drawers that I just can't sleep. Isn't it logical that if they haven't put the laundry INTO the machine...and I haven't been home in 24 hours...that there will be no clean laundry coming OUT of the machine?
But it's my own fault, of course. I've been a bad mother. Failed to bark orders and assign assignments...delegating missions to the troops in order to conquer family life disorder. Whatever will they do when I am gone and they are responsible for their own laundry-seeking offspring? Perhaps they will just teach them the valuable life lessons learned from their mother.
Lesson 1. It's always worth checking. More often than not clean laundry DOES magically appear. Along with food in the fridge and gas in the car.
Lesson 2. Use your creative thinking skills to problem-solve. Underwear has two sides. Every family member has some, so it's not unheard of to borrow in an emergency. And when all else fails, no one will ever know if you are going commando unless you tell them...or have PE that day.
Lesson 3. Laundry is not Love. Being loved is more than being provided for. It's comfort when you're upset, laughter when you're sad, and help when you're overwhelmed. Those things never run out.
Lesson 4. Over a lifetime...it all comes out in the wash.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Love it!!!! And believe me with just 2 people left in the house-Laundry never goes away :(
Your home is full of Love and humor :)
Love-Sheila

Anonymous said...

I'm so relieved! You said it right, and so did Sheila. Laundry is the everlasting thing on this earth. MOM

Anonymous said...

honestly i dont remember walking into the laundry room this morning...or the other morning...maybe i was looking for particular socks and we all know those are never clean no matter what you try ;) anyways i was giong to say we all check because you are the amazing mother who always magically has what we need even when we didn't ask. "Why Mom i was just looking for this shirt and there is is all clean! you're amazing!"

bartlebunch said...

I'm all about camando!! With five guys in my house, camando is a better option!

Anonymous said...

Hate the thoughts of 'commando'. MOM