There comes a time in every boy's life when they need to start taking responsibility for their own things. Today is that day for my boys, my husband included. Ladies, I am sure you will agree with me that at some point, knowing everything is only a burden. I am tired of everyone asking me where their stuff is. I used to roll my eyes, protest in silence and get it for them. Then I started protesting out loud but still telling them where there could probably find it. This only led to more wasted time as of course they could never find it and I would still have to go get it. And yes, it would always be right where I said it would be. Recently, when I was asked, "honey, where is my..." I replied, "I don't know, it's not mine." This is my story and I am sticking to it.
When I proclaimed to my husband that I was sick of knowing where everything was, he reminded me that it was because I was the one who put it away. Thanks for bringing that to light honey. Right then and there I decided that my family would be doing their own laundry from now on. Of course this may not actually work in the real world, but in theory it sounds fabulous. No longer will I be responsible for making sure their favorite jeans are clean or that they have clean underwear. No longer will I spend hours upon hours washing, drying, folding and putting away everyone's laundry, God knows no one is doing my laundry for me. Maybe I will be able to finish a blog in one sitting instead of a couple minutes here and there over three weeks.
I got to thinking that my kids could figure out the most intricate video games. They can figure out how to put all their football pads on and remember where all the NBA players went to college. They can certainly take on some more responsibilities. Its like running a business, you must deligate. And so tonight I begin deligating starting with having my husband put all the soccer uniforms together for tomorrow morning's game, of course I had to tell him where everything was, but you have to start somewhere.