Some things that I've learned

I've learned many things on my little road through life. Most recently, I learned that you must always make sure that your son brings his SOCKS upstairs with his football pants and jersey. I was doing so well on Saturday. I washed laundry all day. In an effort to save myself a little trouble, I asked said child to bring his football clothes upstairs when we got home from his game. I figured that I could wash his uniform, making it all ready for game day. Sure. The football pants came clean (I hate grass stains in white football pants...but that would be for another blog). The jersey was washed and hung.
Flash forward to Tuesday night. Little J comes upstairs to declare that tomorrow is picture day. I, realizing that I would likely be gone before he ever arose, told him to bring his clothes upstairs for approval. He brought up a nice red shirt, and slacks with patches on the knees. (That last part having to do with how I learned that boys cannot wear pants without wearing holes in the knees. It's simply impossible.) I told him to find another pair of pants. You can see where this is going. "I don't have any other pants!" To which I replied,"I washed clothes for hours on Saturday, getting everything washed, and you have no other pants?!"
He wandered down the stairs to assure me (and himself) that he had no other pants. I went to the laundry room to put in another load of laundry...just in the off chance he really did know what he was talking about. He had no idea what he was talking about. I, realizing he did have pants, decided to study for the four test I had on Wednesday morning... forgetting the clothes in the washer. No big deal. Don't need those clothes. I'll put them in the dryer in the morning.
Wednesday morning. Tired. Bone tired. Can't get out of bed. Finally get out of bed. Get ready, clean out the car, load all of my 989,000 books into the van. Head to school. Forget about the clothes. No big deal. I'll dry then when I get home. Nobody needs them now.
Wednesday evening. Get home from school at 5:30. Have to leave to get Heath to a football game, in fifteen minutes. Have to drive 45 minutes to get him there for before the game practice. (I've also learned that coaches think football is life, and that moms really have nothing better to do than to drive their children to a town 45 minutes away, and wait 1 hour for the game to start.) Where are his pants? Why isn't he ready? (I've learned that boys do not get ready when you call home on your way and tell them it is imperative that he's ready on time....) Can't find your pants?! I washed them Saturday! (see above....) Good. He's indeed found his pants. Found his shirt. Where the heck are those socks?! They have to be clean (see above...) I suddenly remember that I needed to put clothes in the dryer. I go put the clothes in the dryer and find what? The socks. Wet. We now have 5 minutes before leaving. My dryer is good, but it isn't that good. (lesson: boys don't bring the socks unless you specify that to be part of the uniform)
We leave for football. How to dry the socks? Hanging out the window flapping in the breeze of course! 15 minutes, turn. Lesson learned: It takes football socks 30 minutes to dry at 65 miles per hour....