Good Grief!

I really don’t get it.   All I know, for sure, is this:  each and every time the lot of you get together, we end up with problems.    

It doesn’t even have to be a big gathering    Just ten or twelve of you are sufficient to incite misadventure.  When there are more, it becomes epic.

Look, I know, better than most, that you’re not all cut from the same cloth.  That would be boring.  But there’s little to be gained by getting your knickers in a twist or your panties in a wad every time you get together.

I know each of you very well.  We’ve spent a lot of time together.  We’ve traveled together.  Been through thick and thin together.  Seen one another in the worst and best of situations.  We’ve even shared a bed!    

Why, then, are you sooooo determined to tangle up your arms and legs, your tee shirts and undies, your jammies and jeans, into huge tight knots, every time you end up in the washing machine?  Do you know how hard it is to untangle wet, heavy clothes? Trust me. It ain’t easy.

I have no idea if this happens in pre-wash, wash, rinse or spin.   And I don’t know which of you stirs the pot. Gets all the others in a lather.  I have a strong suspicion that it’s my pajamas but I can’t be sure.  I just wish you’d stop.  The whole thing is quite unnecessary, at its best.

And a happy mother’s day to all

Drawing of ensnared serpents, artist unknown