Children are impressive creatures. And not always in a good way. I’m surprised by how much they continue to surprise me.
My husband and I were preparing to leave the house. I searched out the boys and found them huddled on Daryl’s bed, Daryl playing a game on his phone and Hal on his Kindle Fire.
“Boys, listen to me,” I said to get their attention. They glanced up quickly and then looked back at their screens.
“Daryl, I want you to put this basket of laundry in the washing machine. Are you listening?”
A brief nod.
“And then I want you to move it to the dryer when you can. There are clothes in the dryer. I want you to dump them on my bed. Do NOT leave them in a hamper – they are delicates, okay?”
He looked up and nodded.
“I also want you to fold your laundry that is in the green hamper at the end of the couch. Okay?”
“Both of you. I mean it. If that laundry isn’t folded when we get back, you are both losing your electronics for the rest of the day. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” said one, looking up.
“Yes,” said the other.
“Don’t put it off. Don’t think you can just do it later because you’ll get busy and distracted. Go ahead and do it soon. Okay?”
When we returned a couple of hours later, the first thing I saw was two boys sprawled on the couch watching TV. The second thing I saw was the Kindle Fire in Hal’s hands. The third thing I saw was the green hamper still full of clothes at the end of the couch.
“Give me your electronics. Right now – hand them over. And turn off the TV. Now!”
“How much is left in the episode,” my husband asked as he passed through.
I ignored him and picked up the green hamper and shook it in the general direction of the boys.
“I told you. I told you I’d take away your electronics if you didn’t get this laundry folded.”
“Oh,” said my now clued-in husband who walked on.
“Did you put the other laundry in the washing machine like I told you to?” I asked as I headed toward their room to find out.
“There wasn’t any laundry in our hamper!” protested Daryl.
“That’s because it was all in the white hamper in your room,” I said as Daryl continued with, “and we did fold the laundry. I didn’t know about that hamper!”
The pieces all fell into place as I heard his words and saw the empty hamper in the center of their room.
“Did you fold the laundry in that hamper?!” I asked incredulously.
“But that was the DIRTY laundry! Seriously, guys?! Did you put all the dirty laundry away in your drawers?”
“We didn’t know! You didn’t say!”
“I most certainly did! And you didn’t notice any of those clothes were dirty? So where are the clothes that belonged to…”
My husband called from our room as intuition led me to head that way, “So what are all of these clothes?”
“They’re dirty!” I exclaimed.
“You told me to put your clothes on your bed,” tried a defeated Daryl.
“The clean clothes from the dryer!”
“You didn’t say…”
“Yes I did.” And I proceeded to recount my original instructions as Daryl looked on in confusion and Hal looked like he was going to cry.
“I didn’t hear all that,” Daryl said.
“Yeah, I picked up on that. How could you not notice that any of this was dirty? The clothes on our bed stink to high heaven!”
“That’s because they are workout clothes,” laughed my husband.
My initial anger abated and I started to see the humor and need for grace in the situation. Daryl and Hal were both ill, Hal very much so. They had nevertheless attempted to follow what they thought my instructions were and had put away some laundry.
“Listen guys,” I said, taking a more conciliatory tone and hugging Hal. “I won’t stick to the punishment if you will get all your dirty clothes out of the drawers and put them back in this hamper and fold the clothes in the green hamper.”
“You tried to do what I said,” I added, laughing.
Then I turned to the closet, where a pair of dress pants were hung very neatly. They were hung so neatly that you would have thought I had done it. Hal never hung his pants so well. But this time he had. He had very nicely hung up the pair of pants he had vomited on the night before.
“Hal, you even hung up your vomit pants, buddy?”
“Well, I thought you had washed them,” he said as I looked at all the obvious spots along the front.
No, dear, I don’t think you thought at all. You or your brother – the entire time we were gone. Bless your little hearts. I think I’ll blame it on the fever.