Strike While the Iron is Hot

Okay,  today I have reached my limit.  I had a mommy tantrum the size of China.  I’m seriously considering going on strike.  I mean it.  I’m at my wit’s end!  This tantrum has been building for a while.

What was the last straw?  The L word: laundry.  I know I’ve written about this before.  Maybe I should make my kids do their own laundry, but we have a family of 5 and I could see the “do your own” eventually ending with someone getting either stuffed in the dryer or getting smacked upside the head with the iron.  Why?  Because ultimately the girls will each be down to their last pair of undies (they are clearly professional procrastinators) and favorite jeans and then the race to the washer for the dual of the century (which would occur about once a week – hopefully).  This would not be helpful in reaching our goal of family unity and harmony and world peace.

So back to the part where I do the laundry – I fold everyone’s clothes, put them into neat piles outside their bedroom doors.  I do not put clothes away (except my own) – that’s my line in the sand.  Okay, so I do a load of laundry every day, thus there are clean clothes for the kids every day – little stacks that would take about 5 seconds to put away.  Instead, this is what happens outside the doors of my daughter’s rooms:

“I don’t have time to put my perfectly folded clothes away!”  “I’ll do it tonight (2 days later, see pic above).”  “I have too much homework!”  “I’m tired.” “I had to work tonight.”

I’m getting angrier and angrier as I’m fixing dinner.  Guess what I made for dinner?  Curry shrimp and rice with broccoli.  Yep, shrimp.  I’m standing in the kitchen removing the shells and the shit from 2 pounds of shrimp for my ungrateful, spoiled girls!  I should have just left it in there – I don’t think anyone has died or contracted a deadly disease from a little cooked shrimp poop, have they?

Arrrrggghhhhhh!  Do they think I do all of this stuff for shits and grins?  That’s when I started fantasizing about going on strike.  Do you know how quickly this place would lapse into total chaos without my daily attention?! I started thinking about all of the little stuff I do that no one notices (I’m sure many of you can relate) – fill the soap dispensers, the toilet paper holders, keep the house tidy, keep the house stocked with food and their favorite snacks, make doctor appointments, manage their schedules, pay the bills, etc.  You get the idea. Hmmmm….. What would happen if I went on strike, ran away, or disappeared??

After wallowing in their own filth and dirty underwear, would they start crying and begging me to come back so they could apologize to me?  Would they all magically start respecting what I do, putting their things and laundry away, doing the dishes, taking the dog for a walk all with a smile and a “I love you, mommy!”?? 

I know, I know.  But it’s part of the fantasy.  A girl’s gotta have something.

I have thought about getting each of the girls a laundry basket and just throwing their clean clothes in there unfolded.  They end up like that anyway – then they can fold their wrinkled clothes on their own time.  Hmmmm….   It would save me time.

Okay, tantrum over…until next time 🙂

4 thoughts on “Strike While the Iron is Hot

  1. If you attempted the “do your own laundry” plan I think you’d find that things would eventually settle down into a wrinkly world of wearing dirty clothes.

    I justify it by telling myself, “Wrinkles are the new cool.” That can’t be half as bad as wearing your jeans lower than your tushy, right?

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  2. I have felt that way myself in the past. I thought I was a bad mommy and wife, but I now feel that it is quite normal to feel that way once in a while. It doesn’t hurt to fantasize now and then! Love you.

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  3. My kids started throwing down their clean folded clothes. That is when I made them do their own laundry. They each started around the age of 10.

    Now my kids all wear uniforms. My 17 yr old told me it was about a month since she had done laundry. Please note that she only has 7 uniform shirts, 3 sweaters and 3 skirts. Oh, 2 of
    the skirts are still in the bag from the store with
    tags on them. “They are too long!” she complained the other day.

    She goes to an all girls school so they don’t care if they do their hair, shave their legs (yes, they have been known to have contest on longest hair on their legs) shower (I was a carpool driver when she was a freshman and I can attest to this one) brush teeth or wash clothes.

    My feeling on all this is “that is what Febreeze is for!”. I do nit have to sit by them in school so I do not care.

    Oh, I tried going on strike for 2 days. The result: my family did not care and the mess did not bother them!!!

    But do I care? NO! Why

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    • I would totally support uniforms at our school, but that is never going to happen. I had a chat with the girls and we’ll see.

      I don’t think I could go on strike because of what you stated – I think they would be fine living in filth and then I would have to move out! I wouldn’t be able to take it 🙂

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