I love A, but sometimes he drives me NUTS! He's only been home for like 4 hours but he already found a way to infuriate me. So, I got a little behind on the laundry this week because of work (I actually had to work!) so today I had some time where I wasn't teaching and I could put some loads in. SO, so far today I've done 4 loads of laundry. There was one in the washer, one in the dryer, and two more in the laundry room (yes, that's 8 loads total. 8. WTF) So, I figured I'd wait for tomorrow to do the two in the laundry room. I'd just finish up what was already started and then do the rest tomorrow. A goes into the laundry room, trying to be helpful and here is the conversation that followed between him in the laundry room and I in the living room.:
::ahem::
A: What's dirty in here?
L: Don't worry about starting another load, I want to give the septic a break so I'll do the rest tomorrow.
A: Ok. I was going to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer.
L: Oh, alright
A: So what's dirty?
L: Why? Just bring the stuff that's in the dryer in here and move the stuff from the washer.
A: But what's dirty?
OK, I have to take a time out at this point and say it took all I had not to scream WTF does it matter???? Why do you keep asking me that F'ing question!! Instead:
L: It's all dirty. Just bring the stuff from the dryer in here and move the stuff from the washer.
A: Why are are you getting mad at me?
L: Because I don't understand what the problem is.
At this point, A goes up stairs for a minute. Comes back down and says:
A: Where are all the baskets?
L: There are two right here filled with clean folded clothes and one in the laundry room filled with dirty.
A walks into the laundry room again.
A: So all this is dirty?
L: *gets up walks into the laundry room and says, not so nicely* YES. It's all dirty. WHY???
A: I just wanted a basket to carry the stuff from the dryer into the living room so I didn't have to ball it up and wrinkle it, and I didn't want to mix it with the dirty clothes.
L: *stares at him blankly, takes a deep breath* I'm going to fold it right away so it won't wrinkle just put it on the couch for me. *walks away*
So, here's my question (s)...
1. Why didn't he just say that to start? If instead of asking me 345,000,0000,000 times what was dirty, he just asked me if there was a basket he could use, we could have avoided all of this. Is there some sort of gene that keeps men from just getting to the point??
2. Is there a way I can keep my son from getting this gene, or having the gene fully develop?? I would like to keep him from becoming this way if possible, to save whoever he ends up spending his life with alot of frustration...
Oh shit..there he is...BYE!
