Saturday, December 13, 2008

THREE IS NOT THE NEW SEVEN


Forty may be the new thirty (God, I hope so), brown may be the new black, but three is DEFINITELY not the new seven. Not when it comes to laundry. Or underwear.
I would like to be able to say that I am such a domestic goddess that laundry gets done throughout the week at our house, and that by the weekend it's all neatly folded and hung in the closets, but that would be a BIG FAT LIE, and my pants would be on fire. No, we're the family who is frantically trying to finish up laundry on Sunday night around 10:00. It usually stays on our bedroom floor (folded, at least) in piles until about Thursday of the following week, when mom's had enough and decides that it should return home to its rightful owner. That being said, it was with much sadness that I started the laundry this morning, and counted only 3 pairs of underwear from my son's dirty laundry pile. It's been seven (or at least six) days since our last load of laundry, folks. You do the math. Is this the little boy for whom I boiled the pacifiers that had fallen on the ground? Is he the one that I so carefully bathed--never neglecting the various and sundry crevices that could trap lint and dirt? Is this the pre-teen that I supply with endless bottles of Axe spray and lots and lots of deodorant?
Well, I'm off to look under the bed, on the bathroom floor, and God only knows where else to find the missing garments. Wish me luck. EW!

8 comments:

The Blonde Duck said...

LOL! That's so funny!

Tiffany said...

Oh yeah, that's a boy for ya!

Mary said...

Omigosh! I remember not so many years ago crying, "Jacob, why do you only have 2 pairs of underwear for the whole week!?" Now that he has a so-called girlfriend, though, it's more like 12 pairs per week and a much bigger water bill, so never fear. The pendulum swings...

Yaya said...

Haha! Maybe you should buy him some 'days of the week' underwear to remind him-Lol!

Ann said...

Boys will be boys I guess. That was very funny. We need a follow up...

I did not follow in my mothers perfect laundry skills...when it fell off my back it landed in the laundry.

If you haven't already, stop by my blog....it's the last day to enter my give-a-way. :D Happy Sunday!

B said...

I suppose I have something to look forward to here. Or something to dread. At least for now I am laughing, but in a few years I'll see if I still laugh.

Lori said...

You are sooo... funny! I've got the same thing going on with my six-year-old.

Minxy Mimi said...

UH OH!!!
I hope you found them and didnt faint dead away!