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A Riddle

What do you get when you cross 9 baseball games a week with a 1-yr.-old that passes the time snacking on Cheetos, drooling on suckers and toddling around in the dirt?
Exhausted is not the answer I was looking for but it could work:). The correct answer is stubborn laundry.

I like to define stubborn laundry as the kind that requires a lot of extra attention: soak, Shout, wash, Shout, soak, wash, bleach pen, wash, yada, yada, ya. Both boys are lucky to have some really cool baseball pants. Douglas has white with a blue pipe down the side and Stockton has white with blue pin stripes. They look sharp in their unis but those white pants can not be bleached (previously mentioned blue pipe and pin stripes). I have tried to bleach them in the past but the boys get a little disgruntled when their Mizuno turns pink.
The dirtier the pants, the harder the boys played! I expect them to be dirty. It's just that I work so hard to get them clean come Monday morning and they often get worn again the same night. It is a thankless job but one that I accept. I wouldn't have the pants to wash if we didn't have the fun of watching them get dirty! We had a fabulously fun week. Tomorrow morning I will face those pants and tomorrow night I will be cheering for them to be dirty all over again!

Comments

M.E. said…
I love it! Have you ever tried soaking the pants in oxyclean? That is my favorite trick to wash unbleachable whites!
Ang said…
What a cute pic of Mason!

Both my boys' baseball pants were grey this year, which was kind of nice. Never could get all the grass stains out though. Keep up the good work!

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