Comic Relief?

You are surely in need of some more misadventures of Nannybird aren't you?
Well, it's not so much a misadventure this time, but an amusing, [to me anyway] story of finding the humor in a bad situation.

So maybe it's not all that funny and you might need to know my son to find it that way at all, and I'm pretty sure it's gonna be an entry at some point for a "don't you hate it when contest" but I did get a laugh or two out of the people I HAVE told this to as well as one out of Cal with the story, so maybe it will be good enough to make you smile at least even if you don't know Robbie!
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Robbie tries to pretend he doesn't know how to do a lot of things, just to get out of doing them, for 2 mornings in a row I asked him to bring his laundry out to me, I am not about to gather it up for him since he has TWO baskets and refuses to use either of them for the dirty stuff, he is just so lazy he won't put the clean stuff away and then he tosses his dirty stuff on the floor, anyway, for 2 days I tell him I will do his laundry if he brings it out to the laundry room, but I get nothing.

The other night, [he takes his shower at night because I can never get him up in time in the morning to do it and get to school in time] he went to look for clean underwear and SURPRISE!! NONE are available. This is when "IT" starts. He brings this ginormous hamper full of dirty laundry out to me at 9:00 at night and drops it, loudly then proceeds to announce, "I need my laundry washed"

OK, I don't yell or argue with anyone other then my kids, it just not like me to get angry very easy and if I do, raising my voice is not an answer most of the time, but you can imagine this is one of those moments I am more inclined to get to that point, can't you?

I look at him and say "so DO it" He flew off the handle.
"You know I can't do it, I always mess up something" blah, blah
I said, "I have showed you how and told you how many times, you can figure it out, you are not stupid." He again storms off and slams the door and yells "I just won't go to school tomorrow then."

On and on this went, and this is when my own voice starts to come to the "NOT normal for regular conversation level" [read... YELLING stage] now I feel stupid for falling into his trap but I was mad at the time and couldn't stop myself, he sucked me right on into the fussing match and Momma ain't gonna back down now!

I yell back that was the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard, [the not going to school part] and almost said "just turn your underwear inside out!" but then thought better of it and held my tongue. I knew he was just trying to make me feel guilty and I wasn't falling for it!

Finally he comes back out and says "Mom, I'm sorry" trying to butter me up I can tell and I say "OK" with 'that' tone, that shows him I am accepting of his apology, but I am NOT changing my mind.

He said just SHOW me how to do it again, and I will pay attention and then I will know how to do it if I need to again. This might have been an error in judgment on my part but I was bound and determined not to be manipulated, and I said, "no, you go and figure it out your self, I know you can do it." bam,... he flew off the handle again.

blah blah, more stupid comments I try to ignore and won't repeat here since they were just that, very unnecessary and not needed to achieve my goal in getting the rest of the events across.

5 minutes later he is back... He approaches me with a "THEN JUST STAND THERE AND TELL ME HOW" OK,I'm willing to compromise with that so, I go in there with him, tell him step by step but only after asking him to tell me what he thought he needed to do first, he of course didn't know any of it.

So, we get him through the process and I look at him and said "Now really Robert, was that SO hard? He sheepishly admits it was not, goes to take his shower and when the washer is done I tell him "NOW, go put it in the dryer."

He goes to the laundry room, I hear the washer being open and was quickly followed with this exclamation "OH CRAP" and then a "Oh my FREAKING GOD" thrown in for good measure, you know to get me to react and come and see what his problem is.

LOL

I say with great hesitance. "What's the matter" He says, 'Theres cardboard all in my laundry" What the heck? I can't imagine what he's talking about. CARDBOARD?

I go to see what he could mean, and surer then... oh... what a clean word for what I want to say here... oh, surer then "soap lather" there is a broken down box that is all littered in his laundry.

I look at him and said "Did you check the machine before you started putting stuff in? He said "No, you didn't TELL me to do THAT." sigh.. blaming me for it, because I neglected that bit of information on how to wash laundry, OK, let me rewrite the step by step instructions to include... STEP ONE... Make sure you check the empty tub to be positive that indeed the washer IS empty and ready for loading. double sigh... so he pulls out a big piece of cardboard and I see what it was.

I had gone to the store earlier that day and had gotten a new box of color safe bleach. I had set it down on the top of the washer because the shelf was too full to fit it above and in his grumpy huffy way of stuffing his laundry in, he either knocked it into the machine or possibly the cats had knocked it in before and it was there the whole time.

So, we remove all we can, and of course rewash it all in plain water and by this time, it's late, past his and my own time for bed and we are both grumpy. We wait for the laundry to run and finish it's second cycle, and he proceeds to put it in the dryer, now that it is safely on it's way to completion and bed can be the next stop for the evening, he comes back out and says....

"SEE? I TOLD you I couldn't do it right?"

I just busted out laughing, it took a second or two but then he did as well.
OK, end of story, If you knew him, you would see how much funnier it really is too.