Doing my kids’ laundry is like a trip inside their psyche.
I was doing four days worth of laundry for each of them. After the clothes were washed and dried, I tossed them in three piles on my bedroom floor to fold during nap time. They could put the clothes away themselves after nap.
I noticed, as I was folding the laundry, certain patterns developed. For example, the Blonde Bomber  had seven individual, non-matching socks in her pile. Not a single sock matched. The most bizarre part of her laundry was she had 10 pair of dirty underwear, and one pair didn’t belong to her…or any other member of our family! I don’t even own ten pair of underwear total, and I’m certain I’ve not worn anyone else’s underwear, at least not that I can recall.
Middle Man’s laundry pile was a little more predictable. It was mostly mesh shorts and t-shirts. The troubling part of his laundry pile was the single pair of dirty underwear. Hmm. Interesting.
His pile was also full of random Legos, left over from times he’s stuffed pieces in his pockets as we’ve left the house.
First Born had a bit of the opposite problem of Middle Man. She had only one pair of socks in her laundry basket, although I don’t think it had to do with her not wearing socks. I’d be willing to bet there are several pair of socks under her covers near the foot of her bed. Apparently some people like to wear socks to bed, take them off once in bed, and leave them at the end of the bed, under the covers, until the end of time.
Maybe there really are things you can learn from a person’s laundry, or maybe I’m just bored. Either way, the laundry is folded. Time to wait for the kids to wake up and put it all away.
-Pete
