Ethan’s main “around the house” chore is laundry. However, since he is gone this week, that has been my job. Although, unlike him, who works at getting one, maybe two loads a day done, I tackled it one evening, and got it all done, and haven’t had to worry about it the rest of the week.

However. Just as I was feeling “proud of myself” — for not having to be reminded to do laundry. For coming in the house, after getting off work, and going straight to the hamper and getting laundry going … just a few minutes later, the phone rings.

David: “Whatcha doing?”
Me: “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you”.
David: Well, could you do something for me? Would you go check in my overall back pocket and see if my checkbooks are there?”
Me: “Gulp. Overalls?”
David: “You just put them in the washer, didn’t you?”

It. Figures.

If I would have gone in and done something else — sat down for a bit, played on the computer, ANYTHING …. his checkbooks would have been saved. But. Noooooooo. I couldn’t do that. He thought it was funny, and he wasn’t mad. I can’t win for losing sometimes.