For most people, laundry day is an uneventful, dull activity. You put dirty clothes in the washing machine to get washed and then into the dryer to get dried. Then eventually at some point, they are put away. In my house laundry day (basically every day) is a little bit more dramatic.
You see my son has a favorite shirt. It used to be a red Mr. Incredible tee-shirt until the logo peeled off, after he kept wearing it to bed. I didn’t know he was doing this because every time I saw him go to bed he’d be wearing his pajamas. Little did I know, he would swap shirts before he crawled into bed. I discovered this quite by accident when I had to wake him up early for a doctor’s appointment. There he was sleeping in his red Mr. Incredible shirt. Needless to say, the shirt was not designed to be slept in and the logo began to peel off.
Since he loved his red Mr. Incredible shirt so much, I wanted to replace it. After much searching, I found a black Mr. Incredible shirt whose logo wasn’t an iron-on. Well, he absolutely loves the shirt. WEARS. IT. ALL. THE. TIME. The problem is, he doesn’t want to take it off.
So when it’s laundry day, I have to convince him to take it off just so I can wash it. Let’s just say he isn’t always convinced. He’s run out of his room shirtless because he’s mad I have to wash his shirt. Thankfully, we’ve recently arrived at an agreement and convincing him to take his shirt off so I can wash it, isn’t too bad. Even still, he’s constantly hovering by the dryer anxiously waiting for the shirt to get dry. The second the dryer beeps, he runs into the laundry room and pulls the shirt out of the dryer. Then rushes into his room to change out of his current shirt and into the nice warm, freshly dried Mr Incredible shirt.
Sometimes he won’t even wait for the beep, he will just go get the shirt from the dryer before the cycle is done. I’ve caught the boy wearing a damp shirt several times. Then I have to fight to get it off him and back into the dryer for it to completely dry. It’s like he’s doing me a favor by getting his shirt dry. Of course, he gets mad at me and runs into his room as a show of protest.
This is laundry day at my house. We go through this routine once a week because that’s how often I can manage to get the shirt washed. I’m curious what chores are like in your house? Do normal, ordinary chores take on a life of their own?