Technically, my eldest daughter is a young
adult, now, at the ripe old age of 19... but 'Young Adults and Towels' just
doesn't have the same ring.
Hopefully, I'm not the only mum who frakked up and didn't teach her offspring proper care and feeding of towels. Because my eldest kids are HORRIBLE when it comes to washing towels. They use them, then throw them on the floor all wadded up like a wet rat, leaving them to get stinky. Then we (the responsible towel users in the family, aka 'The GrownUps') can't find them when we need them. We end up using and washing the same couple of towels, over and over, even though we know somewhere there are at least a few more towels because didn't we, in a moment of desperation, hit up JC Penney for a few extra towels?
And then when we do find the towels, we end up spending hours washing load after load of towels, soaking them in baking soda and vinegar, washing them in detergent, softener, colour safe bleach, trying to get that damn stank out, cursing the day our offspring crawled from the womb and failed to learn how to hang their frakkin' towels up...
So this weekend, in a fit of towel frenzy, my mate decided to wash the towels. He requested that I rally up all the dirty towels in the house.
Me: Do you have any towels? We're going to wash a load of them tomorrow.
TheGirlWeenit (aka, my eldest daughter): Hang on a minute... I may have a few...
<drags out ginormous laundry basket, overflowing with towels>
Hopefully, I'm not the only mum who frakked up and didn't teach her offspring proper care and feeding of towels. Because my eldest kids are HORRIBLE when it comes to washing towels. They use them, then throw them on the floor all wadded up like a wet rat, leaving them to get stinky. Then we (the responsible towel users in the family, aka 'The GrownUps') can't find them when we need them. We end up using and washing the same couple of towels, over and over, even though we know somewhere there are at least a few more towels because didn't we, in a moment of desperation, hit up JC Penney for a few extra towels?
And then when we do find the towels, we end up spending hours washing load after load of towels, soaking them in baking soda and vinegar, washing them in detergent, softener, colour safe bleach, trying to get that damn stank out, cursing the day our offspring crawled from the womb and failed to learn how to hang their frakkin' towels up...
So this weekend, in a fit of towel frenzy, my mate decided to wash the towels. He requested that I rally up all the dirty towels in the house.
Me: Do you have any towels? We're going to wash a load of them tomorrow.
TheGirlWeenit (aka, my eldest daughter): Hang on a minute... I may have a few...
<drags out ginormous laundry basket, overflowing with towels>
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| "Just a few towels", she said. |
So, what does any frustrated mum do when she realizes she's somehow
failed in teaching her offspring not to horde wet, dirty towels?
Photoshop, of course:
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| Maybe text time she'll wash her towels. |
PS: Today's blog is in honour of Douglas Adams. Don't panic and bring a towel.
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