This story starts yesterday. Buddy has become a huge fan of getting extremely dirty/muddy while he is outside. I am talking about the kind of filth that you could scrape off his clothes when he comes in. He has all but ruined his play shoes, which I have had to wash twice this week. Yes, he has rain (actually mud) boots, but he forgets to put them on sometimes.
I need empathy people! I am doing laundry non-stop! I am at my mama's wits ends. I was the type of kid, who never got dirty. That being said, I think I am a very understanding mama. I get that he is a boy. I get that he needs to get dirty. I get that if there is a puddle within a 100 yards of our house he will end up in it. And, I try very hard not to be critical of the muddy monster that re-enters my house (except when it involved his Stride Rite sneakers...I think I have certain rights). However, the laundry is killing me. I hate doing laundry.
So, yesterday when I was washing his second outfit of the day, including his jacket. I heard a rather large clunking in my dryer. Well, I was about to go do something else...so I was in a bit of rush. I opened my dryer door and I didn't see anything unusual. I fished around on the bottom a bit, still nothing unusual. So, I decided that the clunk was probably the zipper of the jacket.
So, imagine my surprise when I unloaded the dryer this morning. (Oh don't judge me and my wrinkly clothes. . .I had a pampered chef party to go to last night and I forgot about the clothes.) Oh no not the zipper but this bigger than a large cherry tomato, now very clean rock. Buddy actually told me that it isn't just a rock..."it is a meteor rock from dinosaur times....dinosaurs must have kicked here". This explaination was followed with a "sorry, mama".
Please tell me that some of you had boys who loved, LOVED to get dirty and now they are like corporate geniuses, who are very successful in life. INSPIRE me to keep doing all of this muddy laundry. PLEASE!!!