So….I got behind on the laundry. It usually happens when hubby decides he’s going to “help”. The laundry sits in the dryer and is so hopelessly wrinkled, I opt for washing it again instead of ironing…then I open the washer to find a soaking wet load that sat overnight…. *sigh*
The pattern repeated this weekend, and today came and I just barely got enough done for the boys to go to school in a way that would not raise eyebrows. Or so I thought. My older guy got dressed, made himself breakfast and was reading at the table…I was rushing to dress the little one for school. “You found your clothes OK kiddo?” I asked. “yep” he said. Hubby said he’d “help” and drive the older one to school.
Fast forward. I pick him up after school today- it’s 90 degrees- and he is sweating bullets. “Honey! You look like you’re going to pass out!” I say as he gets in the car….he sits down, crosses his legs and says “Yeah- I guess its really hot today” he says.
Then…to my HORROR I see flannel pajama pants sticking out VERY NOTICEABLY under his uniform pants! I shriek “WHAT the heck is that!!!?” “Mommmm” he answers exasperated, like I am denser than wood, “- I had no underwear…so I just wore my pajama pants under my uniform!”
Of course every teacher must have seen this.
and of course, I am now off to do laundry.
Can’t make this up folks!