An Open Letter To My Sons’ Future Partners
I tried. Please, know that I tried.
My goal in raising these two boys was to raise them to be successful orphans. Well, that was step one. Step two was to mold them into young men whose future partners wouldn’t want to smother them with pillows in the dead of night.
They can do their own laundry. I’ve made them do it for the last several years (including bedding!) and I can’t tell you what a relief it is to not have it on my to do list. They might be doing it in the middle of the night, when they wake in a cold sweat, remembering that they’re out of underwear and it’s crawl out from under the blankets at 2 am or go commando, but they do their own laundry! Putting away is a different story, and let’s not even go into ironing, m’kay? In their defense, I think ironing is of the devil myself, and only iron my concert blacks if they’re bad.
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