Monday, February 5, 2007

Brown Undies

I am off work every other Monday, today I am off work. The kids are at school and my wife is at work. Sounds like I should be golfing! Wrong, too much to do around the house! Obviously my wife has not been keeping up with her wifely duties! Just kidding, just kidding.

One of the things I have to try and get caught up on is the laundry. Laundry in my house is never ending. We have burned out two washers and one dryer since we adopted the kids 6 years ago.

I hate doing laundry. I catch a break on it a little because Sherri forbids anyone to touch her laundry. She says we have ruined too many things of hers and that it has cost us more than $1000.00 to replace the stuff that has been lost. Good thing she does the bills because I always wonder how we manage to replace those things.

Actually I don’t mind doing my laundry, its doing Austin’s (11 year old son) laundry. I sometimes think I would rather clean up dog puke. You have to go through all the pockets, or who knows what you are going to wash. Rocks, crayons, coupons, flowers, a tampon, these are all things I have found in his pockets or have washed. Then there is the nasty underwear that I always have to pull apart from his pants because he can’t seem to be able to take off the pants first, then his underwear. Maybe he does this because whenever he does get the underwear off it ends up on the floor, where the dogs get them. They like to eat the skid marks; I guess it’s like a dog delicacy, better than the regular crap that they eat in the backyard.

Have a nice day, and if you don’t already do this, think of me next time you are cleaning up dog puke, dirty underwear, or watching your pouch eat that last steamy morsel in the yard.

3 comments:

Chris said...

You're painting a lovely picture of life in So Cal. Had to re-read to make sure Austin wasn't carrying around the tampon...

White Hot Magik said...

I am glad that you believe in truth in advertising, I do need protective gloves and eyewear for the this page. ; )

Be sure and archive this for when he starts dating.

By the way, if you could get Ty Pennington to stop by my new house, I would totally kiss him. I mean thank him, thank him, nothing unseemly.

NB said...

Doing laundry at our house goes exactly the same way; times three. The top of the dryer usually has a collection of "stuff" from pockets. The absolute worst is if they leave chapstick in their pockets and we don't catch it. We now wash their stuff separately from our stuff.
And that dog thing is oh-so-true and oh-so-gross but it happens.
Ick.