The following is a refurbished post from a little while back. It still rings true today and fits nicely with this week’s Finish the Friday prompt, “The chore I hate most is…” Now grab your bottle of Tide, get out your dryer sheets, and come commiserate with me on my son’s laundry, the chore I hate the most!
The pile swarms before my eyes. Twisted, tangled socks taunt me. Pants with no knees mock me. The sweatpants. Oh, the sweatpants!
It’s laundry day for my 11-year-old son. And here’s what I think:
1. How many times have I told him to turn his socks right side out?
2. How many socks can one eleven-year-old wear anyway?
3. Does he have ANY pants with the knees still intact?
4. Which one of these pairs of pants is the one that’s too short? I keep noticing that he’s wearing a pair that’s too short. If I don’t pull them out, then mean kids will start calling him “Highwater Boy” and he’ll never recover socially.
5. What’s that? Blood! What happened? Okay, good, it’s ketchup.
6. Why are there pen marks all over this sweatshirt? What possesses him to draw on his sweatshirt?
7. I’m washing every pair of sweatpants he owns. But what happened to all those jeans I bought him? Why does he hate the “feel” of jeans and refuse to wear them?
8. Ooo! A five dollar bill! Finders keepers!
9. This laundry hamper is bottomless. The clothes just keep going and going.
10. How many years left do I have before I can teach him how to do his own laundry?
Can you relate to my laundry woes? What household chore gets your goat?