Oh. My. God!
The boys and I are heading to the beach today for a few nights with friends. I’m packing up, making breakfast, loading the ice chest and doing one last load of laundry.
I gave Numbers Two and Three a trash bag and told them to go clean out the car.
Number Two: What do we have to clean?
Me: Just get everything out of the car… start in the way back.. do both rows of seats and then anything in the front.
Number Two: WE didn’t get the front dirty!! I’m only going to do the back rows of seats. The front and the way back are your areas.. You use those!
So I glared at him, and right before I started to scream at that little bastard… my genius light-bulb went off….. I calmly walked into the laundry room, stopped the washer, starting pulling out all of the soaking wet clothes that were not mine and throwing them on the floor.
Me: You’re right. I will go clean ‘my areas’ of the car. You come do your laundry, ‘cuz I haven’t worn any of this shit… so clearly it is not my responsibility to clean it. And also.. YOUR clothes are making a mess on the floor.. so you can clean that too.
He stared at me, grabbed the trash bag, said “Come on Number Three..we need to go clean the car” and walked out the door.
EVEN with mopping up the laundry room floor~~ WINNING!
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