As I get older, I find that raising three boys is the experience of a lifetime!! Everyday there is a new challenge. Everyday there is a new memory and a new story. After this past weekend, we all have a new story that will be told from generation to generation!!
Sunday is my laundry day. Laundry day is the most hated day of the week for me. A family of five has an usual way of producing enormous amounts of laundry. I truly do not understand how my two older boys come up with the amount of dirty clothes that they bring down for the wash. It is the middle of winter. Why am I washing swim suites in January?? What the heck are these boys doing up in their rooms??? I could go on and on about this subject, so I will save it for another blog another day!
After what seemed like 50 loads of laundry, I began the horrible task of folding. Stack by stack I began to seperate each boys laundry to its appropiate space. T's load on the left, B's load in the middle, and C's load on the right. Every stack folded and sorted into jeans, shirts, socks and underwear. Yes, I am good like that!! ;-)
Upon my usual routine of grabbing a handful of clothes out of the basket to be folded, I noticed that in my hand was what looked like a pair of my underwear. I really didn't think a lot of it at first glance because sometimes our laundry does get mixed together for whatever reason. However, when I picked the solid black pair of bikini cut underwear up to fold it, I realized that I probably could only fit one leg in these. Uuummmm????? Wait a minute, these aren't mine!!
I'm sitting here holding this pair of underwear in my hand examining them when by my good fortune, and not so much his, my husband walks in the room. I give him the " What the hell have you done?" look!! He stops what he is doing because I know he can feel the glare burning through his thick skull and says "WHAT?" As calmly as I can possibly be at this moment, I ask him "Can you tell me why I am washing another woman's panties in my boy's laundry?" I still don't know if the deer in the headlights look was because he thought I was accusing him of something or because he thought one of his boys was wearing women's underwear. The first words out of his mouth, without hesitation, was "I have absolutely no idea!!!"
Still holding these tiny little underwear in my hand, I begin to wonder who's skinny little butt has been wearing these!!! I hollar for the boys to come down stairs. They know by the type of hollar that Momma ain't playing and someone is in BIG trouble!! By now, my mind has switched to my 16 year old T and his peppy cheerleading girlfriend. OH LORD, PLEASE LET ME BE WRONG!!!!
They arrive in my room and immediately the look of "oh no, what did she find out about" comes over both of their faces. Again, I calmy as I possibly can ask both them " Can either one of you tell me why I am washing women's underwear in your laundry?" DEAD SILENT!! No response from either of them!! So I ask one more time, except this time it was a little more directed at my 16 year old. The look of utter disgust comes across his face, and I don't know if it was because he thought that I was accusing him of wearing them or hiding them. Then, my husband just has to throw it out there, the question that I know has been lingering in his head this entire time. "Are one of you two wearing them?" Simultaneously, they both answer with an emphatic "NNNOOOOO!!!!"
My 16 year old, then what looked like to me him losing his mind, begins to laugh uncontrollaby. "Mom, do you know what those are?" UUUUMMMM HELLO??? That's why I brought you down here fool, is what I'm thinking, but instead say "Girl's underwear". "No, Mom, that's Micha's jock!", he says. Micha is his best friend who is on the wresteling team and spends the night at our house quite often.
My husband and I look at each other with both the look of "Why didn't you know that's what it was" and "THANK YOU JESUS!!!" Needless to say, there was a long explanation of how and why they were in the laundry and the most laughter out of my two boys that will forever be engraved into their memories! To be honest... I still find myself laughing from time to time about it too!!