Being a Fun Parent

So I have some in-laws coming over tomorrow for Christmas, so today naturally we cleaned. For me, I loved it. I'm the type of guy who likes a clean house. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not a clean freak, I just like the house to be somewhat tidy. Well of course the clowns didn't like it. So anyway, not a very fun day for the clowns for the most part, until the DW decided she had had enough.

Now around my house I like to think that I'm the fun parent. You know the fun parent is the one that lets the clowns cut loose and have some fun. Which actually probably isn't true. I'd say I'm more of a stickler then the DW, but I am more of a clown. That is to say, that I joke with them, or wrestle around with them, cut up and make them laugh more. The DW is more of a let them stay in their Jammie's all day or eat in the living room, fix pop corn for movie night type of fun parent. So I guess we each have our own way of keeping things loose.

Well so anyway being a house of five we always have laundry, and it seems like we always have mounds of it. Now here's the thing about this laundry, we have a ton, and I mean a ton of socks, but the thing about it is not all pairs of socks get washed at the same time. Back in the day, I guess people actually sorted  laundry, but in my house, we stick it all in there. Only a few times have we came out with pink socks and undershirts. For the most part everything gets washed at the same time. So you can see that maybe you only get three socks washed in a load, or one, or five. Whatever, it seems like it's never an exact even amount. So what do you do with all those socks????

Well we just keep them in a laundry basket. That's right, we have an entire basket of the families socks. Now every once in awhile one of us will go through them and match all of them up, but who in the world has time for that? So anyway, if you need some socks just get them out of the basket.

So I mentioned that the DW had had enough today. We had been cleaning all day long, and she came to the sock basket. Now for some reason earlier I had gotten on her nerves (again, not sure why or even how that could happen???), and all of a sudden she starts throwing socks at me. Sort of like a snowball fight, only indoors with socks. Of course the clowns started getting in on the action and it was on. We started throwing socks all around the room at each other just as fast as we could.It was pretty funny, and a great idea from a fun parent.

I always talk about building memories with our clowns. Sometimes the little things we do make those memories. It was a fun little thing to do that sort of broke up the hum drum of cleaning today, and I'm sure the clowns loved it. Heck I loved it.

J-Tony