Ever hear this in your house? Probably. Saturday’s are basketball days in our house. Both boys play and my husband coaches. Last night I asked all three of them if all their basketball gear was clean and ready for tomorrow. I got 3 yes’s!

There are 168 hours in a week, I work on average of 45 hours per week, and do at the minimum 14 loads of laundry per week which is about 28 hours worth give or take. I sleep a good 56 hours per week, so this leaves me about 5.57 free (using that word loosely) hours a day. I shuttle the kids from school to tutoring to basketball practice to church, make stops at Target and the drive thru at the grocery. I might even make a stop at the gym. I’m not going those “free” hours to put your clean clothes where they go.

So let’s talk about the laundry. It’s excessive in my house. I will wash, dry and fold and probably even carry it to your room. But I’m also trying to teach my boys how to be responsible young men. So they are going to put that mess away. In my dreams right!

They don’t put it away! They might even put the full stack of clean clothes right back in the laundry basket. Add a couple of days of stank clothes on top and I’ve got to put nicely folded stinky clothes right back in the washing machine. When they tell me they can’t find their shirt or socks, I’m like so what. I washed it, dried it, folded it and put it in your room. What you do with it after that is your problem.

So here we are, Saturday morning. One kid can’t find his shirt for basketball (and recall last night they told me they had “all” their gear ready). We find it in the dirty clothes. Oh well, he is 7 and doesn’t stink that bad yet. He wears it and all is right in his world.

Then there is Jason! If you saw him on the bench at basketball this morning you would notice he did not have his coaches shirt on. Where was it? Not in the dirty clothes! I do a minimum of 2 loads of laundry per day and that shirt never made its way to the laundry area this week.

I know I keep Tide, Downy and Clorox in business! I’m practically in a relationship with the Unstoppables I love them so much! How did my laundry ever smell so good before.

If I can’t find my shirt, I have no one to ask? Maybe I’ll start asking them where my stuff is and laugh at the bewildered looks that will be on their faces.