Life with boys

Any mom with any number of children will tell you that laundry is a constant. As in, you are constantly doing laundry. Every. Single. Day. The fairly consistent flopping of the clothes in the dryer becomes the very heartbeat of the home. (It also drowns out (some of) the screaming, so if you need a break, just close that laundry room door and say you are "folding the clothes.") Boy laundry always adds an extra-special element to the monotony very important work of clothes cleaning. In the boy laundry, you can find things in pockets you can't even begin to describe or understand. You can find stains in places you didn't even know it was possible to stain. And, you can find what I found today: Almost an entire load of completely useless pants. What on earth are these boys doing to rip the knees (and thighs and rear ends) out of just about every pair of pants they own?! I just don't see how that's even possible. But, as you can see in Exhibit A (which really doesn't do the situation justice, because you can't really see the total extent of the rips), it is not only possible, but apparently also probable. Just one more way life with boys has surprised me.

Exhibit A