I was reading this article about how kids these days don’t know how to wash their own clothes. It got me thinking a lot about laundry, and my own laundry history. I decided to impart my thoughts onto you so you could see how truly important it is that I go back to work and get my mind functioning at a higher capacity for awhile.
First – I will now make it known to the world that when I went off to my first year of college – to live in a dorm with no car – my Dad sent me away with many things. A word processor, clothes, books, toiletries, and a yellow legal pad piece of paper with instructions about how to do my laundry/work a washing machine.
I don’t think I had ever even touched a washing machine before I left for college. My Dad did all of the laundry and never bitched about it. Not that I remember, anyway. At least he didn’t bitch about it like I do. Which is like this: I am finally caught up on the laundry so we’re all going everywhere naked for a few days so I can savor it!
LilZ has done laundry before, but not because I make him do it. It has mainly happened where there was something specific he needed clean. He knows better than to say something like, “Hey – Woman – Wash this now!” So, instead? He just asks if he can do it himself. And I let him. Our washing machine is old and easy so I don’t even know if I had to even teach him. I guess this means he won’t be getting the traditional Yellow Legal Page of Paper instructions like I did.
Also – LilZ grew up very familiar with laundromats. We spent several years without a washer/dryer so we would go to various laundromats in town. We had them ranked in order of which ones we preferred (Him: The one with the park. Me: The one with cable.) but often had to use the one we hated (The one with the employee who smelled like dirty cat litter.) when our favorites were full. It’s an experience he remembers and therefore probably has a healthy appreciation for both his clean clothes, and the ability for them to be clean in our own home. He remarked one day that a friend of his mentioned that he had never been to a laundromat – and that they seemed cool.
LilZ set him straight.
Either way – I don’t think there’s anything wrong with a kid that doesn’t know how to wash his own clothes. I mean – I don’t think it scarred me or anything. I grew into quite the successful laundry maid, thank you VERY much. I only turn loads of white clothes pink a few times a month now. And I only shrink things at the most – twice a month. That’s good, right?