Just when I think I have my teenage boys pegged for life… they turn over a new and refreshing leaf that does this mama’s heart good. It’s happening in repeating stages right now. I’m not sure why, but I’m not voicing any of these questions aloud, so as not to disturb the force.
It all started about a month ago. Holding my coupon envelope while pushing my grocery cart through Safeway, my cell phone rang. It was my 15-year-old son. He was calling to inquire about the correct procedure for washing his comforter. Glory be! I explained that it is exactly like a load of clothes. BAM! I could hardly breathe for the clean-laundry-loving juice pumping through my veins.
I arrived home that day to find three large garbage bags stuffed full of clothing in the loft. Inquiring minds want to know, so I asked a few children if they knew what the bags were for. Seems it was my same comforter-washing son. He had gone through his closet AND dresser and removed all the clothing that was too small, stained, holey and nerdy. Never in his 15 years has he performed this action.
Then I glanced in his room. Miracle of miracles. I could see the carpet under his bed! It is usually hidden by piles of smelly shoes, biking gear, magazines, dirty and/or clean clothing. It was spotless. I was speechless! Unbelievable. I thought it would take a college roommate or his wife to convince him of his slobbish ways. I’m not sure what happened to bring about this change, and I’m not disturbing the force and asking any time soon. The amazing thing is that it is still that clean… a month later. It was like BAM! he grew up.
I was basking in the realization that 50% of my sons were now considered not slobs. Wow! I realize 50% is not a passing grade, but I was at 0% just a month ago.
THEN it happened. I was in Walmart picking out avocados that were ripe to perfection when my cell phone rang. It was my 13-year-old son inquiring how to launder his comforter. I about dropped to the tile floor in Wally World in shock and disbelief. I explained that it is exactly like a load of clothes. BAM! I could hardly breathe for the clean-laundry-loving juice pumping through my veins.
But, unfortunately, that is as far as son #2 got in the goal of living a tidy, laundered, clean lifestyle. But he’s two years ahead of his brother in the comforter category. Yet, I have hope.