When my kids
conscientiously place their dirty clothes fling their clothing into the laundry basket, 99.9% of the time they can be sure to over-shoot their socks and/or underwear. And by overshooting, they guarantee the clothing will be eternally trapped in the no-man's land that is the 4.5 inches between the washer and the wall.
You know the spot. It's tight enough that you can't do more than stick your arm in the gap, but the gap is long enough that you just... can't... reach the stuff that's fallen in there.
I let the menagerie of laundry build up as long as I can. But after awhile the basket full of lonely socks staring longingly at me as I sort the darks from the whites gets the better of me.
So Friday I had my arm wedged in the gap. I couldn't quite reach. I jammed my shoulder into the crevice as far as it would go. I hoisted my butt into the air and angled myself down as hard as I could. My shoulder shrieked in pain. At this point my rump was flying high and proud like the American flag on the 4th of July. It wasn't attractive, but I could almost reach... I pushed a little harder and felt the washer shift against my weight... so close...
Just then three of my kids waltzed into the laundry room, and before I even registered their presence Hannah said:
Hannah: Man, mom! That should be illegal! You could break a bone doing that!
KathyB!: ((furiously)) What the heck is that supposed to mean?
Hannah: ((looking confused and clearly unaware of whatever she just stepped in))
KathyB!: ((mentally scrolling through all the snappy retorts I could fling at her if she wasn't 9... and wondering why acting like an adult never feels good))
Hannah: I don't know, mom... What did I say?! When the guy said it on tv everybody laughed.
Monday, August 10, 2009
When my kids
Posted by Kathy B! at 3:33 AM