I’ve tried to be nice … I really have.
It starts out with, “would somebody please take the dirty laundry downstairs?”
Thirty minutes later (as I’m getting ready to start laundry) …. “did anybody bring the laundry downstairs?”
Thirty minutes later, as I load laundry into the washer and notice that there should be more dirty towels than that, I yell upstairs …. “I NEED THE LAUNDRY DOWN HERE NOW !!!”
The kids will then come all the way downstairs and ask me what I was yelling about … I turn to them and say one word …. “LAUNDRY !!!”
….followed by that familiar look of “who is this woman and why does she keep telling us to do things?”
…. followed by a much louder “WOULD SOMEBODY PLEASE GO GET THE DAMN LAUNDRY !!!”
So this morning I tried a new plan …. the laundry hamper speed bump … in a perfect world, the kidlets would see the laundry basket and think, “Oh I should take these dirty clothes downstairs” … in my world, somebody is going to fall over that basket, tumble down the stairs, break both their arms and then I will have to feed them, bathe them, and do everything for them until their arms heal. I’m expecting it.