I had a lot of errands to do yesterday, as you read in the last post so I won't rehash. If you didn't read then just know it was a lot and had some added on to it as the day waxed. (college word, our family likes to point them out for each other.)
I tend to get frustrated, but I wasn't there just yet, I just couldn't believe that there were no dirty clothes after 4 days. (I was incredulous, how's that for a college word?) So I plunged back in with, What do you do with your clothes you take off every night? She responds with, I put them in the dirty clothes hamper right there, and points to the empty hamper.
I tried a different approach in a different voice, When you get undressed, where does your dirty underwear go? In the dirty clothes hamper, she replies, getting a bit outdone with me, They come in and clean my laundry. And they bring it back folded. (which I know is not me because I don't fold her stuff.)
But the system failed me because I have a very stopped up head due to the fact that I live in an alien world with pollen that is trying to kill me. So I just began to dump her unmentionables and unsmellables into the dirty clothes basket. Well, I needed SOMETHING to take home and wash, didn't I????
No, she says, they are not. So the Director Delores comes over and asks my mom, what happens to your dirty laundry? My mom says.......they come in very very early every morning and take my laundry and clean it. Oh? says Delores, It sounds like you have the Laundry Fairies!
To which, my mom turns to me, puts her hands on her hips (looking just like a petulant 3 year old) and says to me with a really smug looking grin on her face: See! I told you they were doing my laundry!