I have boys.
Teenage.boys.
Once a week, they bring their dirty clothes to the laundry room to be washed. Sometimes they wash them. Sometimes I wash them. We all share this responsibility.
That's ok. Except that I have boys.
Teenage.boys.
I haven't quite figured out this phenomenon. However, when the basket of dirty clothes arrives in the laundry room, and I find myself sorting the dirty clothes, among the dirty clothes, I find strands of used toilet paper.
Did I mention that I have boys?
Teenage.boys.
I don't know exactly what the toilet paper was used for. I don't know why the toilet papers ends up mixed in with dirty clothes.
I do know that as a parent, I have handled, cleaned up, and disposed of some of the nastiest things ejected from the human body....without wincing, without gagging.
But handling used toilet paper that could have been used for anything from the sniffles to teen spirit is.....just plain gross.
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