Today My Son is being baptized at Camp Wilderness, a Methodist camp in Lawson, Mo. Today’s blog isn’t about that (maybe tomorrow’s), but it will feature him as an example of something
All of us have things that we put off. Things we do not like to do. For some it is a longer list that others. Even for those who are good about not putting things off, there are things that get differed.
My son, Nathan, is responsible for sorting the clothes and folding the towels. He’s reasonably good on the sorting the clothes, but not so good on the folding the towels. Somewhere along the way he got his sister conned into the “helping him” on a regular basis with the towel folding, to the point where I think the two of them tend to think that folding the towels is her task, when it is actually his. She ends up folding the towels while he sorts other laundry, and it “seems” equal.
Well, today there was a load of towels to sort, actually loads to sort, with us down to none in the linen closet, and his sister is working on a school writing assignment (at least we think she is working on it, though she toggles a lot when we come over to see how she is going on it on her school MacBook Air), so that leaves the boy without his usual assistance in folding towels.
She usually washes the dishes and the boy dries and puts away. Since she is working on the paper Betsy has been washing, with Nathan drying, catching up on the dishes the kids managed not to wash during the week. And every time he is putting away dishes I go over, look in the laundry room, and find myself “amazed” at the “towels that do not fold themselves.” In fact, my most recent attempt was to say “Nathan, let me present to you — The Towels That Do Not Fold Themselves.” At least I got his humorous wry expression on that one, instead of the scowl. But I didn’t get folded towels — right away anyway.
It took a few more sections of playing “Rhythm Thief & the Emperor’s Treasure” on his 3DS before he started folding towels while playing the game. And it took a lot of coming over to tell us things he was thinking about while he was folding. But they actually got done!