Today? I did laundry.
Nothing new about that, I do laundry every day. 3 loads a day, as a matter of fact. It's a hobby of mine. But laundry is on my mind today, because Jill over at Thou Shalt Not Whine was getting all defensive about not separating the kids' clothes into darks and lights before she washed them.
Huh? We're supposed to do that? Really?
Listen - my kids throw their clothes into their hampers (they each have their own, although the little girls share one); twice a week the older 4 haul their hampers downstairs, put their clothes in the washer, move them into the dryer (after I remind them), take them out of the dryer (after I remind them), lug them upstairs to their rooms (after...well, you get the picture), and leave them on the floor until I see the mess and yell at them to put it away, those are clean clothes, goldarnit, why are they on the floor?
That reminding thing? You want to raise your blood pressure 20 points with little to no effort? Try this conversation (What the teen's tone is saying is in the italics; because it is those nuances which can drive a parent to reconsider any pro-life leanings that they may have):
Me: "Where is your laundry?"
Anna: "Huh?" (Do I know you?)
Me: "Your laundry - remember? I told you to put it in the washer."
Anna: "Oh....I don't know..." (Do I care?)
Me: "Did you put it in the washer?"
Anna: "Ye-e-esss..." (Duh)
Me: "Okay - did you take it out of the washer?"
Anna: "No-o-o..." (Double Duh)
Deep breath here. Must. Not. Scream.
"Then, do you think, perhaps, that it might still be in the washer?" [Yes, I know, I am a regular Sherlock Holmes.]
"I don't know." (Don't you have anything better to do than to bother me?)
8 times a week, I go through this. I don't do this because it's easy on me. I don't do this because I am lazy (Anna's theory). I do this because I want to have daughters- and sons-in-law who love me because I taught their spouses how to do their own laundry. I do this because I like to torture my kids. I do this because I do not see any point in mixing together everyone's clothes just to sort them out again at the end.
(I mean, how dumb is that? This way, no one's socks get mixed up.)
Where was I going with this? I don't know. But I feel better. Thanks.
Oh, yes - darks and lights...why bother? Do I really need to make my life any more difficult? (Um, the answer to that would be no - it's a rhetorical question.) So, Jill, I'm with you all the way. You launder anyhow you darn well please; it's a free country, you know.