February 19, 2009
The Laundry Fairy
I was very young when I learned about the laundry fairy.
Whenever my sweet twelve-year-old self would ask my mom what she did all day while I was at school, she would count to ten and say through gritted teeth, "Who do you think washes your clothes...the laundry fairy?"
As a result, I've grown up looking for evidence that the laundry fairy has paid me a visit.
Yesterday, I found it.
Specifically, my massive laundry pile was half as tall as usual. Upon closer examination, I realized that the missing clothes belonged to my three older children. I clapped my hands with excitement over the fact that someone other than myself had to make hard decisions about the fate of skid marked underpants.
I was too busy celebrating my unexpected good fortune to notice that Cortlen was wearing the same outfit as he did the day before. Kellen's stiff pink shirt sleeve forced me to take off my rose-colored glasses.
"That shirt has a giant fruit punch stain on its sleeve," I pointed out at breakfast.
"It's all I have!" he yelled.
After rolling my eyes a sufficient number of times to let everyone know what I thought of his excuse, I stomped upstairs (sighing loudly the whole way) to have a look for myself.
"Have you been putting dirty clothes back in your drawer?" I asked my sons, pointing to the filthy contents of their dresser.
Stupid questions require stupid answers.
"I don't know," Kellen replied.
Needless to say, my belief in the laundry fairy has been shaken.
P.S. Do you how hard it is to find a picture of a non-trampy fairy on the Internet? Since when do fairies wear pasties and g-strings?!