The other day the boyz and I were doing laundry. 9 loads to be exact. Last week we only did the basics so this week we had a ton to do.
The worst thing about laundry and living in the apartments is that you can't constantly have a load of clothes going. The best part is that it actually all gets done at once, once a week.
Anyhow, after we folded a million items and separated them out, Teen comes out and says that he is missing 3 shirts and 3 pairs of socks. I asked him how he knew and he proceeded to tell me that he counts all the clothes he puts in the laundry. Come to find out that we left a load of clothes in the washer.
Seriously? He counts what he puts in the laundry?
So I was relaying this story to my mum and she asks me if Teen counting reminds me of anyone. Um, no why?
Perhaps this will help: Obsession
Sadly, I have passed on my weird OCD to my kids. Sorry boyz :-0