You may have seen the emails that circulate which list the many jobs of a mother."I'm a cook, chauffeur, nurse, librarian....you get the picture.
Have you ever noticed that "underwear sniffer" is never listed?
I was cleaning Bradley's room with him today - rummaging through the pile of clothes
(some of which were dumped out of a fresh laundry basket - and others were dirty clothes discarded in the same area).
I found myself doing something I have done on countless occasions....sniffing to determine whether clean or dirty.
Had a light bulb moment......I am college educated....and even if I was a Junior High dropout - I don't think mothers should have to do this! Not in the job description.
I will WASH poo out of underwear....but I will NOT smell poo in underwear!
IT ENDS TODAY! NO MORE! I'M BETTER THAN THIS!
Tom asks "Why don't you just throw it ALL back in the dirty clothes?"
He obviously doesn't get it. There is something inherently WRONG about excessive laundry.
If I am, errrr.... WAS, willing to sniff dirty underwear just to avoid extra laundry - does that not paint a CLEAR picture of how badly I don't want to re-wash something??????
So - back to the light bulb. Why not have Bradley sniff his own underwear?
A few times of this and he might start putting his dirty clothes in his hamper!!!
He found a few "cleans"....
And some so fresh he wanted them on his head.
Sadly - he found even more dirties....(the hulks are always dirty...in fact - I think The Hulk wears dirty underwear, himself.)
He even went on to check a pair of Karah's that he found in his room.
I have to admit the thought DID enter my mind to have him check a few of Tommy T's while he was at it...but lucky for him Courtney told me that would qualify as abuse.
Am I alone in this? Have any of YOU been guilty of sniffing to save yourself extra laundry? If you are out there.....FREE YOURSELVES!!!! MAKE YOUR KIDS (HUSBAND) DO IT!
brilliant. totally brilliant. I too, am a sniffer. I have extra laundry, and therefore I go right in for the sniff. it's awful when you find a used pair. I also do this with black socks that I find in the living room. WHY? I have no idea, you would think I would learn my lesson because I have NEVER found a clean pair...why WOULD there be clean socks in the living room? About a month ago I so sick of picking up socks in the living room, that I started a separate pile for them. Aaron politely let me know one morning that he was out of black socks and I politely let him know that I stopped washing any socks that were not "respected" enough to make their way to the hamper.
ReplyDeleteI love how happy Bradley appears to be doing his new chore, although if i didn't know those were Karah's underwear...well the last pic might be a little creepy. I think we become sniffers when we graduate from butt sniffer, to see if our baby is poopy. You lift the kid, sniff the butt, and (in the event that it is poopy) you pass them to dad and quietly disappear. Butt sniffer, laundry sniffer...I am thrilled to have a solution. Reese is about to become the official sniffer in the house.
I think it is so funny because we are all so guilty! I'm just hoping those Scooby Doo's were a clean pair that passed the sniff test! I love that you took pictures, boy, you really do have blackmail on him someday...
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