Joys of parenthood
ShootyMcShootyface 16 Oct 19 15:49
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Son 13, daughter 10.

Last night, Mrs Shooty says to son "OK, put your sports kid in the washing machine, set to sports wash, half a cap full of liquid. Got that?"

"Sure mum, no problem."

Mrs Shooty takes daughter to ballet.

Then, taking the absolutely minimum time possible while Fortnite was loading, he shoves said kit in a machine, with said liquid, set to said sports setting.

45 minutes later I wander past, and go to unload washing machine, being helpful like that. It's full of towels. Nary a piece of sports kit in sight.

"DUDE! Come here please. Where's your kit?"

"it's in the other washing machine."

"what other.... you mean the tumble drier? You put your kit in the tumble drier with washing liquid?"

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT! It has a sportswear setting, and the other washing machine was full so..."

"Can you stop saying 'the other washing machine'? We only have one. Out of interest, what did you think happened to the tumble dryer?"

"FINE"

Sulks back to Fortnite. Utility room smells strongly of non-bio Ariel at this point. Shame he didn't use the dishwasher, really. At least it would have got a soak.

Then Daughter gets her school grade for the half term. They are graded on effort. It goes O for outstanding, VG, G, etc. 

She got less O's than last time. She was distraught. Proper crying.

"nevermind, sweetie. Shall I make you some tea? What would you like? Spaghetti hoops?"

"I GUESS SO COZ THAT'S THE ONLY WAY I'LL GET ANY O's!"

(more wailing)

that last one did make me laugh, despite the tears.

Heh.  Tbf to your son, I was once home without wife and put the dishwasher on.  We had run out of tabs so I decided to Del boy it by filling the tab tray with washing up liquid.  Must be the same shyt, right?

Are, no Wang you utter fookwit.  

Not helped by #3 coming in and shouting "oooh daddy look at all the bubbles" then dancing round the fairy liquid drenched kitchen like it was an ayia nappa foam party.

Ps - it proper fooks a dishwasher that.

That's ace. 

Similarly, my parents have a place in Spain. It has a dishwasher. The dishwasher tabs they had bought didn't look right to me, so I ran the box through Google translate. 

They were clothes washing tablets.

Linda: agreed. The spare is far more easy going. 

I reckon you could also have a similar thread called the joys of childhood as if anything happens to my mum this is the sort of thing my dad will end up doing as he doesn't know which is the washing machine let alone how it works.

It's one thing a kid not knowing how to differentiate a washing machine from a tumble dryer, but a grown man not knowing how to use a washing machine is a disgrace. 

Kimmy he's so useless on a practical level that my mum has never demonstrated to him how to do many things because if she does he then tries doing it and gets it wrong.  He famously saw the dishwasher light flashing to say it had finished and emptied it and put everything away without realising that it had only been on rinse and that stuff still had food on it.

my mum has never demonstrated to him how to do many things because if she does he then tries doing it and gets it wrong

typical male response so as to avoid ever having to do anything. 

Partly that but he's also one of those people who's great at abstract things and left field ideas but can't deal with practical stuff.  He comes up with amazing plans that you can generally pick apart in moments because he's missed some practical detail but every now and then he does up with something brilliant that will actually work.

My m7 Dave has some ace examples here.  He was 2nd youngest of 8 and most of his elders were sisters.  His 2 nans also lived with the tribe and his parents.  Proper highlights when he was finally alone (at uni he was right near home and had his washing collected by a family member 2ce a week, pre made meals delivered by the same etc):

- being caught looking at a frying pan filled with dried pasta "why the fook is this not cooking?"

- being discovered with the Breville in front of him, a slice of bread with ham on one hand, a slice with cheese on the other "how the fook do you work this bad boy anyway?"*

*I turned on the plug

Shooty TBF, a few years ago I ran out of dishwasher tablets following a house party. Hungover I couldn't be arsed to nip to the shops , so put fairy liquid into the capsule. Foam everywhere which tok hours to dissipitate , fvking chaos.