Though I do not have any dirty ‘laundry’ to share with you (sorry to disappoint) I do want to share with you my amazement at how doing the family laundry replays the highlights and lowlights, of our family.
Just now, I went to check on the dryer to see if the clothes are ready for folding. I expect socks or something to tumble out upon opening the door. But shark teeth? Two tiny shark teeth clicked across the floor, past the fallen socks, and led me to shake my head. That’s a tribute to our exploring children who often carry shark teeth, rocks and broken paper clip pieces in their pockets. They were gonna do something with these pieces, I’m sure they just got diverted along the way and then forgot.
As for rocks: upon picking up our daughter from school yesterday, the first thing she said to me was, “Here (handing me two decent sized rocks). I discovered these today on the playground and we need to wash them to make them shine. (Name of after school caregiver) said if we put them in the washing machine, they’ll come out shiny.” The washing machine???!!! These rocks are the size of golf balls … golf balls with angled jagged edges! I love our school and its after-care program, but somebody in those walls has it out for our household appliances!
And I have found a sure-fire mood-kill in folding a dryer load because each and every piece: sock, shirt, shorts, pants, long-sleeve shirt, long pants, sweatshirt, underwear … every piece … is inside out. &$%#@!! I spend 80% of my time turning things right-side-in and 20% of my time folding and stacking. A conspiracy I tell you!!! As I fold the little things, I’m sure that our kids are out to get me by simply turning each piece inside out as they peel it off. My wife's clothes, too! Is she in on it with them? And then, my own shirt! Aw c’mon!! The least I can do is give myself a break.
How can so many child smiles and scrunched up father faces comes from the laundry room? It all comes out in the wash.
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