Tags: In This Issue, Parenting
As a stay at home dad, I have many "jobs." My least favorite is laundry. Laundry is a dirty word around our house. (Get it? Dirty word.) Anyway, let's start with my oldest daughter's laundry. She has probably fifty socks. And by fifty socks, I do not mean twenty five pair, I mean maybe five pair and dozens of mismatched socks. Where are the rest of them? Possibly hiding next to the missing winter gloves that vanish some time around Halloween each year.
There's also the problem of doll clothes getting put in laundry baskets. There are three different
sizes of doll clothes at our house, plus three kids' clothes. That's a lot of little pieces of laundry. At one time, the baby doll clothes were about the same size as our own baby's clothing, making the distinction almost impossible.
To make the doll clothes thing even more confusing, my daughter has some pajamas that match her baby doll's pajamas. Thanks for that brilliant idea American Girl. I will add that to my list of grievances I have with your company.
I even get my son's clothes confused with my oldest daughter. Boy shorts seem to be made long and girl shorts are, well, short. 5T girls shorts and 3T boys shorts are the same length.
Can you sense my frustration?
With kid laundry there's so much overlap and confusion. To make things even more confusing,
my two daughters have a couple of pair of matching jammies.
So, give me the jobs of cooking dinner, unloading the dishwasher, "cleaning" the bathrooms, and everything else house related, but please someone come do my heaping, balled up, stinking, food covered, poop stained, muddy, mysteriously wet, sea of dirty kid laundry.