Wednesdays

I love the extra hour of sleep on late start Wednesdays. I think school starts way too early. Most businesses don't even open their doors before 9:00am. Why should school start at 7:45? My boys are so much happier on Wednesdays, with that extra hour of sleep, I even come out of my room to do chores before they leave for school. I make an appearance after having woken them up. I don't have to go back and hide from grouchy tempers on Wednesdays.

We have a huge pile of laundry from the weekend and just life with clothes in general pile up. I have been doing loads. I tell Riley to please bring up the piles of clean. If he brings them up, I will put them away. He leaps at that bargain. A huge pile now appears in the upstairs hall. I have Riley dump the carrying bucket and take it back for more clean laundry and proceed to start hanging shirts and pants.

Some people are folders, some people are hangers. I am a hanger. I hang everything I can, from t-shirts to blue jeans, just like store displays. I even try to combine like colors or types; Button downs with button downs, polos with polos, dark with dark, sweaters with sweaters. I am much faster than my boys would be. I am done with most of it quickly.

Riley's regular chore is to unload the clean dishes from the night before. I call down to remind him. He doesn't even whine about two sets of chores. I love Wednesdays. I finally am completely finished with the laundry and head downstairs.

Trevor has been in the bathroom taking a shower. A shower for Trevor in the morning is so wonderful. He starts the day smelling clean and fresh with what ever manly soap he uses. the steam and clean cologne scent escapes into the hall, making everything smell good. He gets himself dressed and heads downstairs. He has time and is not feeling rushed. He realizes he has forgotten his socks and asks me to get some for him from the basket upstairs in Riley's big room, where we keep all the unmatched socks together. I am in such a good mood not having anyone baulk or be cranky. I go back upstairs and toss a matched pair down. He picks them up and calls out to me " by the way, the cats have peed on the sock basket. Yep, these are peed on". Lovely. He puts them on anyway, before I get replacement pairs.

While we had been gone this weekend at the beach, the cats had proceeded to lock themselves in Riley's room unable to reopen the door. They had used the sock basket as their litter box. Trevor had gone home on Saturday evening, to retrieve his scout shirt he had forgotten to take with him, a requirement for any scout outing. Trevor had discovered the cats because of their crying at the door when they heard him in the house. He was able to let them out with no harm done.

I was grateful that the cats had chosen such an easy to deal with and contained area to do their business while locked in the bedroom. They easily could have chosen to pee on the new mattress instead. They have done that to me before on my bed. They were mad at me though, for leaving them for the weekend. They also peed on my dirty laundry in my bathroom after they got out and were still alone until I came home on Sunday.. No one else was so gifted with a present so I do know they were mad. You could say "pissed off at being locked in".

I am having to wash all the socks again, but modern washing machines being what they are, that is easy in the grand scheme of things. I was happy Trevor told me, because Riley had been taking clean matched socks out of his father's basket in our closet rather than deal with the sock basket in his room. After doing the chores so nicely for me, I didn't get mad at Riley for not saying anything and avoiding the problem. It was Wednesday. Every one is happy on these mornings. Why spoil the moment. The socks will still be there to be tossed in the laundry after school. No big deal. Thank goodness it wasn't the mattress.