There's this thing known as "The Mother's Curse." Basically, when a child is small, mother, in her frustration states aloud at her child "I hope you have one JUST LIKE YOU!" Well, good job, Mother. I have THREE just like me.
When I was small, I used to have this fool-proof method for cleaning and taking care of my laundry. It was known as the "shove-everything-on-my-floor-into-my-laundry-hamper" method. At least, I thought it was fool proof until my father, the laundry king, decided that I was old enough to wash my own clothes. I think I was seven, maybe eight tops. All I know, Mom told me years later she felt I was probably too young. Dad just figured it would cure me of my fabu room-cleaning techniques.
I honestly didn’t know things like this could be genetic. I knew my children would be handed down some personality traits, some physical features, but I didn’t know that they would inherit the "let-me-shove-the-entire-contents-of-my-room-into-my-laundry-hamper" gene. I've noticed lately, Ruthie's room has been cleaner than usual. Normally, you cannot walk through her room, which she, sadly, inherited that from her father and myself. Neither of us is all that tidy and have stories of messy rooms. At least mine never smelled. I've only heard the horror stories of his room.
Today, I decided to catch up on some much needed laundry. Everyone has been wearing their "play" clothes because that's all we have left. I asked Jeremy to carry Ruthie and Hannah's hampers downstairs to the basement. As I began to empty Ruthie's laundry basket into the washer, I noticed the top layer definitely contained smelly clothes. Digging deeper, I discovered the middle layer revealed the items being concealed by the dirty laundry. Hm, there's Elmo. And look, Goat (Hannah's purple bunny...but that's another story), and um, another stuffed animal? And a pillow? HEY WAIT A MINUTE!
Instead of putting the stuffed animals away, she shoved them into her basket, along with summer clothes that she was SUPPOSED to put in her under the bed box for next year. And of course, I had to wash the animals and the summer clothes because they reeked from the dirty stuff set on top of it.
I'll be doing laundry for the next three months. Smell ya later. I've got another load to run.
1 comment:
OMG don't ask me how many times I've washed G's one purple shirt. Even Mr. Miller keeps putting his stupid bear shirt in the wash. C'mon! How dirty can one bear get his clothes? Finally I told him I was going to throw it away if I saw it in the wash again and now I haven't seen the shirt in a month. Maybe that's the magic ticket? Threaten the circular file?
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