God built them that way…

Had I needed any more evidence that men’s less desireable traits were inborn, not learned, my son offered me that evidence this morning. 

Mister Baby Boy was sitting on the floor, playing with something or other…when all of a sudden, he lifted one butt cheek, and let one rip that reverberated through the floor boards.  Unphased, he lifted and ripped again……and yet again.  He then turned and looked at me, with half a grin on his face that said, “Wow…that was cool Mom.”  I don’t think it was the dispelling of air that sounded like a foghorn that left me stunned.  It was the butt cheek lift!  I’ve asked Zan a number of times, “What’s with the lift?  Women don’t do that!”  And I will say that Mister did not “learn” this behavior at home as that particular behavior is not tolerated in my home.  (EW!)  So…that brings me to the solid conclusion that God made men that way.  Why?  Beats me!  Perhaps in ancient times, this noisy and rancid dispensation of air kept the wee beasties out of the caves…a protective fog of sorts.  “The Lift” must have been a means to direct this acrid air in the direction of the cave opening, to better insure protective qualities.  All I know is that I learn something of man’s baser nature everyday from my own sweet darling boy…Today I learned that butt cheek lifts are completely normal.  Hunh.

Laundry

I hate it.  Loathe it.  Despise it.  With every last cell of my Being.

No matter how much I wash it, it is never done.  No matter how many times I fold a *bleeping* shirt, it never stays folded.  It is the bane of my existence, laundry. 

I’ve never loved doing laundry…I mean, who does?  However, since I’ve been doing the “stay-at-home-Mommy” job, it has become this Thing…It has taken me down into the depths of despair more often than any other household chore.  My Sweet Daughter #1 even came up with a drawing for me, a tree that she would have on her island…(she has been creating a land in preparation for a story she wants to write.)  This tree is called The Laundry Tree, and everyone would have one on their front lawn.  You put laundry into the hole in the tree, (you know…the hole that every childhood drawing of a tree has) and clean laundry pops out of the branches like leaves.  You just pick your clean outfit off the tree in the morning.  That’s My Girl!!!

So, I wonder if I had one of these, if my laundry life would become less of a burden?  7.0 cubic feet of laundry washing ability…much more than my meager little “large capacity” that we bought 10 years ago.

But then there’s that deck I want so badly…decisions, decisions. 

Truly, it is a trial to have a “wanting” personality.  What to do what to do?