I should be commited
Officially, I believe I've lost it. I'm about to tell a story that could probably be summed up in a few lines, but I'm going to draw it out and add every detail (neccessary or not) cause dammit, it's my journal and I feel like it. Okay, here goes...
For the last week or so, I've been trying to figure out why I couldn't find anything for my son to wear. I just washed clothes last week and I'm packing to move this weekend so there shouldn't be anything straggling around under beds and such that I didn't get. But still, I've been hunting every morning to find something for my son to wear. I finally decided that I must not have washed enough of his clothes. So I went to wash some more clothes last night. While at the laundromat my son waited until I was loading the clothes to tell me he had to go to the bathroom. Being that he is three, when he says he has to go, he REALLY has to go, RIGHT AWAY. So I stop everything and take him to the bathroom. He does this often, last time I was taking the clothes from the washer to put in the dryer and the woman had just locked the bathroom so I had to take him to a nearby McDonalds to go. I go back and continue my chore. As I sat and waited for my clothes to dry, another couple was there folding their clothes, when they finished they loaded their car and left. I looked up and realized that they forgot a couple of blankets and thought. Man, I don't see how people forget and leave something as big as a blanket at the laudromat and not notice. I would be so embarrased to have to come back and ask for that. I finished my laundry and folded it and returned home. Since it was late, I decided to lay out the clothes before I went to bed so I could sleep an extra 15 minutes. I still notice that there aren't many clothes belonging to my son in the basket, but I figure I accidentally packed them or something. I asked my son what he wanted to wear and he answered as he always answers. "Spiderman." FLASH, BANG, THE LIGHT BULB COMES ON!!!! When I stopped to take my son to the bathroom at the laundomat last week, I left the load with his Spiderman tee shirt in the washer and never retreived it. In fact, most of my son's wardrobe was in that load. (He's three, dark colors mask stains) Holy crap, how could I not notice an entire load of laundry missing for an entire week!! So I took a chance on my lunch hour today and went to the laundromat to ask if they found any children's clothes. The lady led me to the back of the laundromat. Have you ever wondered where that other sock went too?? It's in the back of the laundromat!!! There were MOUNTAINS of misplaced and forgotten clothes back there. And that was just for this week. There in the bottom of the pile was a bag containing my forgotten load. Dried and neatly folded by the nice people at the laundromat. There were some of my pants, some towels, most of my son's clothes, socks, everything. I didn't even leave a small load. I paid her a dollar for the dryer and took my clothes. Then she asked my how anyone could leave such a big load and not notice. I only laughed. I can laugh at myself now only because I got my clothes back.
That's my story of why I'm an idiot. Hope you got a laugh out of it. I did.
For the last week or so, I've been trying to figure out why I couldn't find anything for my son to wear. I just washed clothes last week and I'm packing to move this weekend so there shouldn't be anything straggling around under beds and such that I didn't get. But still, I've been hunting every morning to find something for my son to wear. I finally decided that I must not have washed enough of his clothes. So I went to wash some more clothes last night. While at the laundromat my son waited until I was loading the clothes to tell me he had to go to the bathroom. Being that he is three, when he says he has to go, he REALLY has to go, RIGHT AWAY. So I stop everything and take him to the bathroom. He does this often, last time I was taking the clothes from the washer to put in the dryer and the woman had just locked the bathroom so I had to take him to a nearby McDonalds to go. I go back and continue my chore. As I sat and waited for my clothes to dry, another couple was there folding their clothes, when they finished they loaded their car and left. I looked up and realized that they forgot a couple of blankets and thought. Man, I don't see how people forget and leave something as big as a blanket at the laudromat and not notice. I would be so embarrased to have to come back and ask for that. I finished my laundry and folded it and returned home. Since it was late, I decided to lay out the clothes before I went to bed so I could sleep an extra 15 minutes. I still notice that there aren't many clothes belonging to my son in the basket, but I figure I accidentally packed them or something. I asked my son what he wanted to wear and he answered as he always answers. "Spiderman." FLASH, BANG, THE LIGHT BULB COMES ON!!!! When I stopped to take my son to the bathroom at the laundomat last week, I left the load with his Spiderman tee shirt in the washer and never retreived it. In fact, most of my son's wardrobe was in that load. (He's three, dark colors mask stains) Holy crap, how could I not notice an entire load of laundry missing for an entire week!! So I took a chance on my lunch hour today and went to the laundromat to ask if they found any children's clothes. The lady led me to the back of the laundromat. Have you ever wondered where that other sock went too?? It's in the back of the laundromat!!! There were MOUNTAINS of misplaced and forgotten clothes back there. And that was just for this week. There in the bottom of the pile was a bag containing my forgotten load. Dried and neatly folded by the nice people at the laundromat. There were some of my pants, some towels, most of my son's clothes, socks, everything. I didn't even leave a small load. I paid her a dollar for the dryer and took my clothes. Then she asked my how anyone could leave such a big load and not notice. I only laughed. I can laugh at myself now only because I got my clothes back.
That's my story of why I'm an idiot. Hope you got a laugh out of it. I did.