I've been doing laundry for a lot of years. Which is really quite a few more than I'd like, and not nearly as many as I'm going to experience. I started doing laundry while I still lived at home, and along the way I've added several loads to my level of laundry responsibility. And I'm sure that as my boys continue to grow into men, engaging in multiple sports that all seem to include a lot of dirt, sand and grass stains, I will add many more.
Over the course of my parenthood, I have lost count of how many times I've told the boys to be more careful with their clothes. Especially when they were younger. Well, when Jock was the same age as Bug; and when they were both younger. Those boys are so extremely, ridiculously hard on the knees of their jeans. Heck, just on knees, period. Baseball pant knees, football pant knees, boy knees. They all have had holes. Its just the boy knees that mend themselves.
It is not nearly as often as I'd like that one of my children actually listens to me. Not only listens to me, but takes that extra step to follow my advice. Jock has, it seems, grown out of the constant need to put holes in the knees. I don't think Bug is content to wait and just let himself outgrow it. That, or he has been seized by the "gotta one-up my big brother" virus. While doing laundry this week I discovered (quite by accident I'm sure, as stealth is always promoted around here) just how far Bug is willing to go to be more careful with his clothes.
I can now say, with all certainty, that my laundry is going to be well taken care of.