I am sure that I am not the only mother who has had this mystery happen so I thought I would post it so the rest of you can get a good chuckle on this Monday morning.
I have five kids. I know you know that as it is in my profile information, but I want to point it out again as I am going to be talking about laundry...need you to have in mind how MUCH laundry gets done each week. So you take into account five children...then you add things like 1 is a teenaged girl, 2 are preteen girls...1 is a nearly 8 year old who demands to wear pants to school, but needs to put on shorts in the afternoon as it is "hot"...and then there is the lone 11 year old boy.
Yes, there is a LOT of laundry here.
So, at the end of last week, I did all the laundry. I mean all of it - nothing was dirty aside from the clothes we were wearing that day. Thursday afternoon, I handed my kids their baskets with clean clothes for them to fold and put away. Saturday afternoon (which, by my last count, is only 2 days out from Thursday), our son was going to spend the night at a friends house. I sent him to pack clothes...he returned to say he has no shorts or underwear.
Ya, didn't add up for me either so I did what any mother would do. I went into his room and started opening all of his drawers while mumbling like Claire Huxtable in the Cosby Show: "Tell ME there are no clean shorts in this room. I just DID all the laundry and you come to ME and say you have no clothes?!?!"
But he wasn't lying...there were no clothes in his drawers.
I looked in his closet and found a large blanket but no clothes.
Under the bed? Shoes...but no clothes.
I finally found some underwear in with the shirts and then one pair of shorts under a pair of jeans. Still confused, but in a rush, I pack him that and send him out the door.
Today I am cleaning up from the weekend and I decide to do his laundry so he has clothes to wear for the week. (He wore jeans today....in case you were thinking I sent him out in dirty clothes. *ahem*) I go into his room and find a laundry basket only half full of dirty clothes. I re-searched his drawers and then sat down on his bed with an odd look on my face, I am sure, as I had NO idea where the clothes went!!
Then it came to me...
I reopened the closet and MOVED the very large cheetah print blanket.
And he would have gotten away with it too if it weren't for that pesky mom and her mom-sense!
Another day...another mystery solved. I can go on, a happy woman.
Looking up as always...