Monthly Archives: October 2012

Laundry Fairy?

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Wouldn’t it be nice if every house had a laundry fairy?  I feel like I spend most of my time washing, or re-washing (I know I’m not the only one that accidentally forgets to swap the wash).  Recently, I started doing a little substitute teaching in our local schools.  I’m only working a few days a week but it has had a huge impact on the amount of time I have to spend on the little things…like laundry.

Two weeks ago I received a text:

The husband:  Hey, my clothes smell funny.

Me:  You mean like they have been on a fresh mountain spring morning trip?

The husband:  Um, more like they hung out in the washer a little too long.

Me:  Hmmm…let me talk to the person responsible for the laundry.

The husband:  You do that.

Some time later I send another text…she says she might do a better job if she had some chocolate.

Many hours pass and my husband comes home.  He eats dinner, says hi to the kids, helps with 2nd grade homework, and watches some TV.  I head to our bathroom to find a bag of chocolates in the sink, and then some under my pillow and another in my pajamas.  I thank him for the chocolate and don’t think much more about it.

Fast forward to the next morning

The teen and tween have gone to school and the queen is in the midst of her usual 45 minute dressing drama.  I’m brushing my teeth and can hear her in the laundry room…Mom, hey Mom, do you heared me Mom?  You need to see this right away.  I pretend to not hear her because I’m sure whatever she has found might not be something I want anything to do with.  Then there is the patter of little feet that only a parent can love and she is stage whispering that she has found a huge bag of Snickers in the dryer and I really should come see it right now.  It happens to be the husband’s day off and that just blew any chance of him sleeping in a little.

I go down to the laundry room with the queen to discover that yes indeed there happens to be a huge bag of Snickers in the dryer.  Of course the queen wants to know where those Snickers came from…off the top of my head I come up with the laundry fairy leaving them there for me.  She is super pumped that there might really be something like a laundry fairy.

She is finally dressed and the husband appears in the kitchen…doesn’t take long for him to get the report of discovered Snickers in the dryer (not that he couldn’t hear any of the previous conversations).  He asks if anyone had opened the washer yet.  You don’t have to ask the queen twice…she was off in record time to discover a bag of Reese’s Cups.

We are ready to head to the big yellow bus when the queen wants to know…can she help do laundry?  She seems to think it would be great to get her own visit from the laundry fairy.

My husband thinks we should hide a miniature candy bar in her room and then tell her the clean room fairy had come to visit.  Sounds like a good idea to me.

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Here it is the true hard facts, I’m 40 and have more hormone problems than my teen.  Never has my acne been worse than now.  I could be a poster-adult for Proactive!

Recently, I looked in the mirror and saw this rather large blemish.  I told myself it wasn’t really that big and got started with my Mary Kay regime.  By the time I had cleansed, refreshed, dark spotted, acne spotted, daily activated, moisturizer with a little SPF protection, hit the bad spots with some concealer, I was feeling pretty good.  Actually, my mirror spoke to me and said I was the fairest of them all.

My fairest of all bubble was soon burst when the queen interrupted my quiet solitude.  The conversation went something like this:

Queen:  Holy cow!  Mom, what happened to your face?

Me:  What about my face?

Queen:  That really big thing right there on your cheek!  What is it?

Me:  It’s a zit.

Queen:  Seriously?  Wow, that’s really bad.  You might want to do something about it.

Nothing like a seven-year old to hit your self-confidence right in the kisser.

The next day was Saturday.  Saturdays generally mean lots of shuffling to baseball, softball, birthday parties, and lunch at McDonald’s.  I was sitting quietly in the car with the teen and queen (it is usually the loudest when it is just the two of them).

Teen:  Wow!  Hey Mom, what happened to your face?

Me:  What’s wrong with my face?

Queen:  Teen, it’s a zit!  Don’t you know what a zit is?  You have them all over your forehead.

Me:  Dude, it’s a zit gone bad.

Teen:  Shakes his head and gives me the are you kidding look.

Readers, stick to what you see in the mirror just know that sometimes what you see may be larger in real life.