|Shouldn't you be doing laundry?|
I line both of the boys up, "I'm not doing your laundry anymore, oh and the dog peed on that pile of clothes."
Day 2 - the pile of clothes is still there, minus a few items telling me they did the smell test, figuring out what was still clean and wore it.
They walk by, I can't help saying, "What's that smell?" They look horrified running back to their room.
Day 3 - the pile is still there, I can't smell the pee because it is now surrounded by their dirty clothes and it smells like feet in the room.
Day 4 - The pile has been pushed to the corner of the room, the dresser drawers open what was left of clean clothes pulled out and fallen to the floor. I close the door, keeping the dog out of the room because at this point it smells like a locker room and she'll want to mark everything.
Day 5 - the pile of clean clothes in front of the dresser is diminishing, the pile of dirty clothes taking over the right side of the room.
Day 6 - my socks are missing. I suspect children are raiding my amazing sock collection as all of their items are now dirty.
Day 7 - my long underwear has gone missing. Really? I find it in a child's room, there's no way I'm sniff testing that baby.
Day 8 - I have banned myself from the downstairs, walking through the rooms simply pisses me off right now. They are walking around the house in their underwear hoping I'll crack. No way! I'm hiding my clean socks and long underwear.
They start raiding Dad's drawers.
|This is all he has left.|
Day 10 - their clothes are still in the washer.
Day 11 - I've got laundry to do, I justify moving the amazing amount of clothes from the washer to the dryer for them. Of course, when I need the dryer, I put their big pile of clean clothes on a bed and continue with my day.
Day 12 - Somehow, the pile of clean clothes fell off the bed and onto the floor just as the dog walked by.
I'm going for a glass of wine.