I was folding clothes tonight and I came across my son’s hole-in-the-knee jeans. He wanted to wear them the other day to school and I told him he couldn’t wear ripped pants to school, but they were great for playing outside. He was not happy about it, but he took them off and wore something else. I took the ripped jeans and put them behind some towels in a closet. I wanted to decide when he could and couldn’t wear them. Low and behold he had those damn things on the next day. I said where did you find those jeans and he said he had LOTS of pairs with holes in the knee. I tossed up my hands like “you got me”! HA! But then I stopped to think…I never had a six year old SON before. This must be one of those stages that they go through. Just like not pronouncing R’s and asking “WHY” all the time. I just had to deal with it.
But tonight as I came across yet another pair of hole-in-the-knee jeans I suddenly had pangs in my heart and a lump in my throat thinking about how much I will miss those ‘hole-y’ pants someday. I will wish for those six year old days when all he wanted to do was play outside and rough house with the dog, throw a ball or just run around. These are the moments that catch us and stop us in our tracks to realize that this time with our children is not ever-lasting. In actuality, it is a very short time we have with them. How much do I really care about a ripped hole in the knee? If I was old school I would put a patch on it and they would be like new, but I am not old school and I don’t sew.
So today, when my six year old came down the stairs dressed for school in yet another pair of ripped hole in the knee jeans, I let it go….
I want to savor this stage before it is gone and I never see a ripped knee again. I know this is melodramatic, but all you moms out there know exactly what I’m talking about. Take this stage or any other and it translates to the same thing. Time moves us on and we need to do our best to live and breathe right now.
- I shall not match socks.
- I shall not turn inside out clothes right side out.
- I shall only wash clothes brought to the laundry room.
- I shall not seek the dirty laundry.
- I shall wash by person, not by color.
- Should you require clean clothes, you shall plan ahead and bring the dirty clothes to the laundry room.
- Each person shall be given a laundry basket with his or her name on it.
- It is each person’s responsibility to put away the clean clothes and to then fill the laundry basket with the dirty clothes.
- It is each person’s responsibility to carry such laundry to and from the laundry room.
- Last, but not least, each person is required to at least mutter a “please” at the time of the laundry drop off and a “thank you” at the time of pick up.
*This procedure is effective immediately. Should you have any problems and/or questions about this procedure, you may expect to do all of your own freakin’ laundry.
Today is Washer Wednesday. The best day ever. My washing machine has been broken for weeks. Initially deemed “unfixable,” it is getting a second chance at life thanks to an extended service contract. My days of sipping wine and reading People magazine at the Laundromat are over. I can finally stop saying “don’t get those pants dirty, you’re probably wearing them again tomorrow.” The idea of hand washing soccer and baseball uniforms once haunted me, and will now no longer be a concern.
Once these guys put that baby back together, I’ll be doing laundry in the privacy of my own home while watching dvr’d reality shows, in which no one ever does laundry.
When did my life get to this place? When a repaired washing machine could make me so happy? I guess when the kids came along and the laundry started reproducing like a bunch of little rabbits.
Sounds like they’re almost finished putting it back together. Time for me to get my laundry on.
If you’re looking for me today, you know where to find me…