Right about the time the baby was born I cleverly taught Teenager to do his own laundry. Between my own, the hubby’s and the little guy's I’ve got more loads than I can keep up with. This evening I entered Teenager’s room, something I try to avoid the majority of the time because it’s scary and I prefer to close the door and live in denial, and I noticed his very large laundry basket is not only filled to capacity but spilling out over the top and onto the floor. Our conversation went like this:
Me: Hey, you need to do your laundry, look at this thing!
Teenager: No, not yet, it’s not time.
Me: What do you mean it’s not time, the thing is overflowing!Are you waiting until it touches the ceiling?
Teenager: I mean it’s not time because I’m not done wearing the last load of laundry I did!
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3 comments:
oh laundry-- the never ending pile in my house and I have my kids help since they wear them.
haha, that is funny!
I just came across your fun blog somehow, and thought I'd leave you a little comment :)
I just found your blog and I can totally relate to this post! I taught my son (now 14) to do his own laundry at 10. Now he does laundry when his favorite pair of jeans can walk out the door on their own. He hides them from me so I can't throw them away! Love the blog!!
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