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Last night son did the laundry. He does this for money. Cash dollars. But he almost always procrastinates the job.
So I am leaving for belly dance class and I say, Son, better get on that laundry as I walk out the door. I know he will still wait as long as possible.
Which he does.
I come home and daughter is sitting on the computer. Wheres son? I ask.
Daughter rolls her eyes. Laundry. she says.
Sigh.
Son comes in from the downstairs laundry room with no laundry in hand.
Wheres the laundry? I ask
Not done says son. Its still drying.
Uh huh.
Mom, the dryer is not working well.
Uh huh.
Mom!
So thats it for me. I blow. Listen son! Its almost 11 PM. I do not wish to deal with laundry all night! For gads sake! Make a plan child, make a plan!
Eventually son comes up with all the laundry, still damp from the not-working-so-well dryer. He begins to hang it all around the apartment.
Well, ok AFTER I tell him to hang it. Before that it was all in balls on the floor to dry.
You cannot leave the laundry in balls on the floor son. It will not dry like that.
Daughter is rolling her eyes. Son is stomping around the apartment, maniacally looking for things to hang stuff on.
I am outta here. I say. I go to sleep.
This morning my whole house looks like one big laundry explosion. Like a tree after Halloween toilet papering. Sigh.
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