You know how when you open your washing machine and Cheerios fall out and you shake your head in mock exasperation because even though there is cereal in the laundry you recognize that it is the sort of thing that comes with the territory?
And then you think, it won't be long and they will be all grown up. Soon we will have nothing but fond memories of finding Cheerios in the washing machine?
I mean, WTF? The boy will be in college in a few months. The girl is learning to drive. It's not like we're washing bibs in there. It's like we're washing bibs in there.
I hate to tell you but...apparently, that washing bibs feeling? It sticks around for a long time...
Excuse me, I have to go switch the laundry from washer to the dryer. *sigh*
Posted by: Gigi | March 12, 2013 at 04:58 PM
Oh, I hate to tell you, but it gets worse. Imagine if you will, a visit en famille to grandma's house. A snow storm happens, and now-graduated from college son assists with snow removal, soaking his pants in the process. Gallant husband washes, dries, and fortunately, is the one to retrieve the dried pants from grandma's dryer, finding the condom that fell out of son's pocket before your mother does...
Posted by: Valerie | March 13, 2013 at 09:53 AM
A nice catch.
Posted by: Suburban Kamikaze | March 13, 2013 at 06:05 PM
We are now on our third night of negotiations about garbage and recycling removal from the overflowing kitchen containers. My spouse assures me that he has obtained a solid promise of removal before school tomorrow from the 15 and 18 year olds still living in this house. Wait, I think I had the same (now broken) contract last night. We need a better union strategy. How about Parents United. There is always the possibility of our going out on strike. No more sandwiches on demand.
Posted by: EK | March 20, 2013 at 07:37 PM