Why don’t you put the toilet seat
Why do you sit and glare and
It’s not that I am out to
About the toilet, water,
I’m simply trying to raise you
So future spouse won’t give you
A hard time.
Photo Credit: Filios Sazeides
©2019 Chelsea Owens
Children are a new scientific element: able to move more slowly than a solid when asked to put away toys;
then, more quickly than a particle of energy if you say the word, “Candy.”
The two constants in my life are laundry and dishes, the true NeverEnding Story of anyone in charge of a household.
Likewise, I feel I am forever searching for The Secret or The Quest or The Answer to The Laundry. After many years of fruitless searching and with almost all hope lost, I am beginning to think the Nothing will win after all…
Without a powerful relic or small boy with a secret name to solve all my problems, I’ve had to accept that Laundry will continue to be a NeverEnding problem for the rest of my life. So, what’s a parent to do? I can’t pay someone else unless it’s a laundromat and I fork over $20/clothing item. I can’t buy new clothes instead of washing the dirty ones because we need money for food. I can’t force the children to wear the same outfit over and over since we have all boys.
Guess we’ll go through it.
But. But. We hardly need to go it alone. In the words of a former neighbor who birthed 11 children: if a child is old enough to dress himself, he’s old enough to operate a washing machine.
In my experience, this is true. Some of mine have needed a lot more help than others, but they can at least dump the soap in and push the right buttons. It’s not like they have to beat the garments on rocks and keep lye from getting in their eyes, after all.
I’ve even started a family rule that everyone is in charge of his own laundry starting at age 10. All I had to do was show the old-enough child how to start a load, what clothing not to mix, and how much soap to use. Then, all I’ve had to do is remind them every single time their hamper is full that it’s time to wash the clothes.
Still, it’s progress. They’re learning life skills. And, they’re screwing up their own clothes when they ignore what I taught them.
Wikimedia Commons, By Michael Kleinhenz from Bonn, Germany
© 2019 Chelsea Owens
I often think to share one of the ‘my kid dropped a cuss word’ tweets, but 5KidsAndABunny gave a sweeter story of Monkey See, Monkey Do.
Those kids are always listening, unless you need their underwear picked up.