(with thanks to LMac for reminding me, via a FB post, about this topic)
Sarcasmo. Sweet, gentle, quiet, giant that he is. My firstborn. My angel. *snorts* Everything I do is wrong these days. Cooking. Cleaning. Being. All wrong. Apparently this is a normal stage of development? Harrumph.
Anyway, he’s become particular about his clothes these days. “OMG MOM! I can’t wear this! It’s WRINKLED!” God forbid the basketball shorts and tee shirt that you’re wearing to play XBOX in would be wrinkled. *rolls eyes* And his clothes are “itchy” and “not soft” and “covered in dog hair.” (perhaps if you would put your clothes in your drawers instead of throwing them on the floor they wouldn’t have dog hair on them?!?!?!)
Anyway. He’s decided to do his own laundry and I couldn’t be happier. I got him his own laundry basket, detergent (“OMG! I hate the way the clothes smell!“), fabric softener (since his delicate teenage hide can’t abide by “itchy” clothes), and dryer sheets. He’s been doing his own laundry for a week or so. *purrs*
What? Am I a Bad Mom having him do his own laundry?? NO! It’s a Life Skill. He’ll be going to college (please God!) in a few years and everyone needs to know how to do this! Selfishly, this cuts down on my chores a tad AND eliminates at least a few minutes of teenage complaining. Priceless.