The kids have decided they want to do laundry. So far, they haven't figured out that more chores equals negotiations for higher allowance. Please do not tip them off. They're not getting more money, but I'm guessing they'll eventually launch negotiations.
The problem with them doing laundry is, I'm a bit of a control freak it turns out. And pause for my mom and every one of my friends, family and my husband to stop laughing hysterically. Your ready? No? Still going. Okay. I'll wait.
You done? K. Wipe away the tears from laughter and we'll continue.
Really, I don't even like appreciate Ricardo to do the laundry. I have a process. My mom brags that she had us doing our own laundry at a young age. But really, after she dried my jeans and they shrank - I was 6' at age 12 - I was simply desperate to do it myself. You can imagine my shock, horror and delight when Ricardo bought new jeans and asked that he wash them himself because he wanted to pull them out of the dryer at just the right time stretch them and hang them. Sure thing buddy. I understand.
Still, the kids want to do their laundry. So, I've taught them how to separate their clothes, get the water in the base first, detergent, fabric softener, and then the clothes. They have to almost bend all the way into the washer to get the clothes out and then into the dryer. I think they are starting to appreciate me. It takes longer. But they get it done and they are taking great pride in it. But in an effort to keep this stay-at-home gig as well as the control freak status - I insist on folding it. And then they can put it all away.
Lucy wants to vacuum now too. And she cooks. Great. I have no job now.
That's how I roll.
You are SO coming to my house and training my ungrateful brats and my slobbo husband. Now. Get on a plane. I need you.