Today I have to do laundry.
I had my mid-terms last week and a couple of papers due as well. I kept up with most of the kids stuff but the laundry, well the laundry fell a bit behind.
I’m now looking at a mountain of laundry, and I have no idea how we made so much. My kids wear a uniform to school and change to ‘play’ clothes when they come home. I try to convince them that three hours in one evening doesn’t mean their clothes need to go in the wash but they won’t listen. They take their stuff off, it lies on their floor for a few days and then, after I threaten them about it a few times, it slowly makes its way into the laundry hamper.
My laundry days go something like this – I lug all the over flowing laundry hampers down two sets of stairs to the laundry room. I wash, dry, fold and sort the clothes and then drag it all back up two flights of stairs to my room where I put it in nice individualized piles on my bed so my kids can collect it and put it away.
You can imagine my joy today after I carried the kid’s dirty laundry hamper down the two flights of stairs and then found at the bottom of the hamper a stack of perfectly folded clean laundry.
Yep, some child took it off my bed and instead of putting their laundry away put the stack of clean clothes right back in the dirty laundry hamper.
Some child is in serious trouble when s/he gets home.
Drop back in a few days and I’ll let you know you who’s been sent off to boarding school.