Inspired.....I Think....

I thought my last post was boring. I wasn't passionate and the words didn't just come gushing out. I said that Drew would inspire and he never fails me..... He isn't even here. His birthday is tomorrow and I have pledged no criticism on his special day.... Today is not his birthday, though and he is open game. I am doing laundry. I have long been resigned to the fact that he will never actually pick up after himself and after raising 5 children, keeping up with just the two of us is a breeze. I don't want him to do laundry or dishes or clean the house. He loves to vacuum, in fact loves anything with a motor, the louder the better. All I ask is that he not ruin ALL of his clothes. On those rare occasions when we do go somewhere, it would be nice if his clothes didn't have tractor grease, motor oil or paint on them. Every time he ruins a shirt or a pair of pants he says, "Well these will be my painting clothes" or "mowing clothes" or "fixing the tractor clothes". This describes ALL of his clothes. So, I harp constantly. I recently threw away a huge bag of what I now call his play clothes. I reorganized his closet and drawers and went over all of it with him so that he would know where his good clothes were and one would assume that it was understood he wasn't to wear them for any nasty job. He has precious few good clothes.... precious few. Even fewer now. He wore his one and only good pair of denim shorts one day. Went to the bank, ran some errands and when I saw him heading out to fix a broken pipe, I suggested that he might want to change them. I am not his mother, I didn't follow him and make sure that he did it. Maybe I should have, because these are now among the 'play clothes'. Am I annoyed? Yes.