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How to Get your teenager to fold laundry

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By Queen of the Lint


An Unenthusiastic Teenage Nudist

“We’re going to become nudists,” I announced to Bill as I slammed the laundry door shut with my foot because my arms held the laundry basket.

            “That’s the worst idea I’ve heard yet.”  Bill paused in the middle of giving dinner to the dog, Cocoa.  Cocoa jumped up and down, reminding him she was still waiting.

            “Just in the house. I think there are laws about walking around nude outside.”


"When did you decide this?"

Bill finished scooping the canned food into her dish, tried to tap the last bit off the spoon, then gave up and set the spoon on the floor with the dish.

“Since I realized I can’t keep up with the laundry in this house.” I held up the overloaded laundry basket and a pair of underwear fell off. “Pick that up for me, will you?”

“Yuck. It’s dads.”

“It’s clean.”

He picked it up with the tips of his fingers and tossed it on the basket. Several socks fell off the other side.

“Besides, I do my own laundry,” Bill protested.

“No kidding. Then you pile it on the laundry table and leave it there. Do you have any clothes in your room?” I set the basket on the kitchen table.

“Not really.” Bill put the lid back on the dog food can and put it back in the refrigerator.

“Fine. You’re becoming a nudist with us.”

“Mom, I don’t want to see my family naked.”

“Not naked, nude.”

“What’s the difference?”

“Don’t they teach you anything useful at school? Naked is embarrassing. Nude is artistic.”

“We’re not artistic.”

“I don’t see why we’re ashamed of our bodies. God gave them to us.”

“Well, we are, and it all started with Adam and Eve, remember?”

“So they’re the ones responsible for the entire fashion industry, sweat shops, panty hose and anorexia. Let’s protest all that and become nudists. Celebrate our bodies.”  I leaned down, picked up the socks and wiggled them at him.

“Is this your way of getting me to help you fold laundry?” Bill’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Are you offering?”

“Only if we never speak of this again.”

“Fine.” I pointed to the basket. “I expect this basket folded in fifteen minutes or someone’s going to start stripping.”


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maggs224 profile image

maggs224  says:
5 months ago

You are a real tonic, I can alway get a lift from reading one of your hubs you make me laugh your sense of humour is very much to my taste

Queen of the Lint profile image

Queen of the Lint  says:
5 months ago

Yeah, but my poor children don't always find it so amusing!

Feline Prophet profile image

Feline Prophet  says:
5 months ago

Haha...smart, very smart! Did it work? :)

Queen of the Lint profile image

Queen of the Lint  says:
5 months ago

It worked for that time!

Jaspal profile image

Jaspal  says:
5 months ago

Oh, I can so relate, and I'm laughing so hard!!! I have just the same issues with three boys; doing the laundry for them; segregating their clothes including stinky socks; getting them ironed; and, what is not to be ironed to be folded and placed on their beds. Fortunately there is a maid who helps.

But still, guess what? The clothes don't even move from their beds into their wardrobes without intervention - read that to mean repeated hollering! :)

I'm sending the boys the link to this hub .... maybe we need to make this one here a nudist home!!

alekhouse profile image

alekhouse  says:
5 months ago

Oh so funny. Your strategy was genius. Loved the hub.

I'm gng 2 be thin profile image

I'm gng 2 be thin  says:
5 months ago

I am going to try this...

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