So yesterday I finally decided I’d trick Sean from his blankie. Sean has fallen in love with this ultra-soft baby blanket with the words “Thank God for Little Boys” embroidered in the cornor, which used to be Evan’s (I bought it for plane trips, dressing Evan in as much identifying blue and mommy’s boy stuff; I was paranoid). Sean has been sleeping with his blankie for several months and recently has been carrying it around the house. Now it had started having black and grey poke-a-dots. When he dropped the blanket to grab the remote (I am obviously raising men), I grabbed the blanket, realizing it’s been a while since I washed his sheets.
As I examined his sheets, it dawned on me that I didn’t remember when the last time I washed his sheets. The set that was being used had a busy print of white stars on a blue back ground, perfect for a new baby because it hid all stains. I’m sure you remember how the light colored sheets were dirty in a blink of an eye. I’m really horrible about remembering to wash sheets for some reason. In my single girl stage, I washed them every two weeks with the rest of my laundry; now I have to write “wash sheets” on the calendar or I’d forget.
As Sean flipped through the channels, I heavily doused the blankie and the other laundry with stain remover and threw them into the washing machine on the maximum heavy-soiled, delicate cycle. By this time, Sean knew something was up and came to investigate.
What? Did he actually say blankie? No, baby, Mommy’s washing it. Let’s go play with trucks. Hoping he’d follow, I left the laundry room, heading for the toys. I turned around to show Sean a truck when I saw him leaving the laundry room, holding a large dust bunny from the dryer trap that I had thrown away the night before. Gross. Sean rubbed it on his face. Double gross. I quickly grabbed is soft teddy bear and showed it to Sean. He immediately dropped the dust bunny and grabbed the bear. I swooped in, grabbed the dust bunny, and disposed of it.
As I emptied the clothes from the washer to the dryer, Evan came up behind me, carrying the basket I throw the dirty kitchen towels.
“Excuse me, Mommy, I have to do laundry now!”
He nudged me out of the way and began putting the towels into the washing machine, and Sean appeared to help his brother. I was a little surprised and a bit amused. I do most of the laundry at night because I tend to forget to get wet, clean clothes out of the dryer if I don’t do it right away. As you can imagine, California heat and damp clothes in an air tight container is not the best circumstance; hence, I wash the clothes at night and drop them into the dryer the next morning.
Evan looked up and smiled. “All done, Mommy. Seanny, shut the door.” Sean shut the washing machine door, and the boys went off the play. I shrugged, threw in more dirty towels, set the machine, and followed them to play. If you can’t beat them, join them.
And yes, as soon as the dryer was done, I pulled out Sean’s blankie and handed it to him. He hugged it like he hadn’t seen it in months; then he gave me a suspicious look and kept it near him the rest of the day. I promise, kid, I won’t take it away again until it turns grey.