I really should be folding laundry right now... but I had a
blog to write. There are several loads, four I think, just waiting. They’ve
been waiting a while so a little longer won’t matter, right? Hope not, ’cause I
have a blog to write.
So, why do I have laundry waiting? Well, because my wife
didn’t do it. Seriously. But then again, neither did I. (I’m not really that
mean of a guy). While my wife does do most of the laundry, she is a busy woman.
Very busy. Sometimes, (a lot of the time, actually) other things are more
pressing than the laundry. So, I try to help. Not just with the laundry but
other chores as well. Not nearly as often as I should, but occasionally—when I
think of it anyway. Hey, I’m a busy person too!
This past weekend was busier than usual for us; we had three
parties to attend, birthdays and retirement, as well as other things to do, so
not all of the household chores got done. So, here it is Sunday night, it’s
just the two of us, she’s sleeping and I’m the only one up. Well, me and the
dogs but so far, they haven’t offered to help. So, I decided I would fold the
laundry, all four loads. But first, I needed to write a blog.
But then, now that I think about it, perhaps I shouldn’t
fold any of it at all. Because my wife did have some time that she could have
spent doing it. Instead, she chose to, well, play games apparently.
My son was visiting this weekend and he brought along some
laundry. He does his own, he just takes advantage of the opportunity to use our
washer and dryer when he visits because Laundromats are expensive. He had a few
loads that were done but not folded—being a normal guy, he doesn’t see any
reason to fold the laundry—and while he was out visiting friends, my wife
“helped” him out. Now, I mentioned he does his own laundry. That is by choice;
he doesn’t really want his mother to do it. In fact, he would actually prefer
she NOT do it. So, just to bug him a little, and being a typical mom, she
folded his clothes.
Yes, he was duly agitated when he returned and saw his
basket with the neatly folded clothes. “Mom folded my laundry,” he said with a
shake of his head and just a hint of disgust. “Why would she do that?”
“She’s your mom,” I said.
That didn’t satisfy him and seeing our overflowing baskets,
I could almost read his mind as he wondered why she would fold his clothes and
not hers and mine. For a minute, I thought he might dump the clothes and unfold
them but I’m sure he realized that would be pointless. Although, he did make
sure to tell her what he thought about it.
Of course, his complaints fell on deaf ears. Well, not
entirely deaf ears. She did smile and laugh. I think it made her happy to fold
his clothes again, even if it did irk him.
I considered telling him he would understand when he was a
mom but somehow I don’t see that happening. I think it’s more likely my dogs
will start helping with the chores.
Okay, blog’s done. I’m off to fold the laundry now. ~
Bruce
A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey,
Miscarriage Of Justice, and The Wynn Garrett
Series. Available in ebook at www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS
and
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