What is it they say?
Art imitates Life?
Or Sunday comics imitate laundry day?
While my brother and his wife are on their cruise, I am doing laundry for 3 rambunctious “tweens- semi-tween.”
(My nephew acts close enough to a tween, to be included.)
This should really be no big deal.
I did the laundry of 4 boys for many years; but I don’t remember missing this many socks at my house.
I remember taking little terry cloth sleepers and warm receiving blankets out of the dryer; pairs of jeans that were smaller than my arm.
Everything had a Carter’s, Osh Kosh, or Health-Tex label. Maybe I’ve been sniffing the bottle of Downy too much today, I am feeling a bit weepy for the old days.
Now I am washing things with sparkles and so much pink that I feel like there has been an estrogen explosion. This must be what it’s like to have a daughter. I have been informed that “this is only to be washed in cold water and that never goes in the dryer!” I have been able to redeem my faux pas by painting her toe nails a VERY hot pink…what else.
At the moment there are 5 socks on the dryer…missing their mates.
If these wayward socks have found their way into your dryer, let me know…we’ll arrange a swap.
TBC
