Tough Love

Sometimes I’m good cop, and sometimes I’m not.  I was the ‘not’ last night.

Typically, we do laundry on Sunday or Monday and it takes forever…we’re up to like 12 loads a week around here now that Luke has made his entrance.  So, when an item is missed it has to wait another week.  Tuck that little bit ‘o information in your cap.

I asked the boys to bring down their laundry and they had a blast throwing it off the two-story balcony down to the living room floor.  Evidently, too much fun.

As I was making my way up the stairs, with just two loads left (whites and towels), I let out a screech and a “William Nicholas and John Paul Harris”.  Yep, full names.  Not happy.  The boys had left an entire basketful of clothes still dirty, in their room.  How in heavens name that happened I don’t know.  Even more perplexing and frustrating is that they wore all those stinkin’ clothes in ONE WEEK!  Oh, and for added bonus, some pee-soaked underwear were tucked in the bottom of the basket.

Oy.

So, I promptly piled up the dirty clothes in the middle of the room and told them those would be their clothes for the next week – socks, underwear, uniforms, you got it.  Yup.  Momma ain’t doing laundry for those two until they re-wear those clothes.  Boys.