It is no secret that I consider myself blessed. I’m blessed with a great family, including my wife and kids. I have great parents and wonderful in-laws. We have food on the table every night. We have two vehicles that are both working great. We have many good friends that I know I can rely on for all sorts of assistance.
One of those blessings is the clothing we own. Frankly… it may simply be too much. Sometimes it is difficult to get caught up on all of our laundry. I decided it was time for us to sort out all of our laundry and head to the laundry mat to get it all completed.
First, the hard part. We had to sort things into appropriate loads. The kids and I worked to make piles that we would load into bins to take to the laundry mat. When I say, “the kids and I…” please don’t misunderstand me. The kids were not fond of this job. My oldest struggled to wrap his mind around all of the dirty clothing he was touching. The younger two had a very hard time focusing on the task and played around. I told them that if they chose not to help then they are also choosing not to watch TV. (They haven’t had the living room TV on since.)
I know part of my frustration with their help was the simple fact that I hate doing laundry myself. I don’t mind doing dishes. Vacuuming isn’t a problem for me. Washing windows is alright and I actually enjoy mowing the lawn. Yet, when it comes to laundry, I’d rather clean the dog poop up from the back yard. (For reference sake, I don’t currently have a dog. I did grow up with dogs and I’m quite clear on what that task involves.) It was hard to motivate the kids to do something that I had no interest in doing myself. The end result, it took about twice as long to sort the laundry as I believe it should have.
By the time I was loading the piles into bins and collecting everything we’d need for the laundry mat, the kids had made their way outside to play. I’m not sure I blame them. The next challenge was getting them to come load up in the vehicle to go. For some reason they weren’t jumping for the opportunity. I’m still not sure I can blame them.
We arrived at the laundry mat and I put the first load in. The kids were all quite helpful at this point. My daughter was eager for the opportunity to help out with the oversized washer. It was then that I realized a different problem I was up against. When it took me longer than expected, it also pushed my time back and I knew I wasn’t going to make it home in time to cook dinner. At least as one fear began to grow there was another fear that turned out okay. The kids weren’t misbehaving. They had found a TV with one of their favorite shows on and they were glued.
You win some, you lose some. Perhaps tomorrow they’ll have TV privileges back.