Dude Mom Life is not just about battle cries and jump kicks. It’s not all roughhousing and sword play…
Okay, I lie.
According to them , it pretty much is just about that stuff, but I’m actively trying to make it about more.
If left to their own devices these Dudes would roll out of bed sometime after 8am, pee, eat some Fruit Loops out of the bag, play the Wii, fight, play soccer followed by wiffle ball in the yard, fight, play the DS, eat French fries covered in mustard, fight, build something out of Legos, pretend fight, for real fight, sword fight, play ninjas, eat something sticky, fight, refuse dinner, and watch TV (while fighting) until the fall asleep on the couch scantily clad in their boxer shorts and a sock.
That’s just how they roll.
I’d like to add a little more substance to their lives, me being their mother and all.
Many days I have to actively resist the urge to dead leg one of my children just to get them to stop singing “Ole! Ole! Ole! Ole!” while free running through my house.
That’s no way to live. Not if you intend to keep your sanity or your hair past the age of 40.
Besides, I sorta have to give them “more” because being a Dude Mom is also a big responsibility.
I am tasked with growing up three male humans that will be moral, capable, contributing members of society who are also good partners to the women
I choose for them they select to marry (should they desire to marry a woman at all).
I mean, for the sake of
getting myself a granddaughter sustaining the human race, it’s my responsibility to raise them to be desirable husbands too, right?!
You with daughters will thank me for this one day …
My sweet Whirlpool Duets really are easy as ABC enough for a 3 year old to use.
Probably he can’t figure out how to set the custom cycles or how to prevent your adorable silk scarf from shrinking up like a pocket square (um, yeah, so maybe silk stuff can’t really even go into the washing machine?), but some days neither can I.
Doesn’t take away from the fact that the clothes come out all clean and fresh smelling without much specialized intervention from me. Sure, I could set up custom cycles for delicate items, or program the machine to sense the clothing and dispense just the right amount of detergent to handle the mess, but it’s not required.
And some days I don’t bother. I like that the machines can do all that fancy stuff if I want them to, but I also like that I can just run them on the “normal” cycle and energy will still be saved, water will still be rationed, and clothes will still come out clean.
Easy=Awesome in my book.
Now, off to teach #2 how to hang up my blouses and use those special slacks hangars to hang my pants so I NEVER have to iron again.
I’m telling you people, hardcore parenting does pay off in the form of child laborers to do you bidding!
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**pBd Admits It’s Free: I wrote this review while participating in a test-drive campaign by Mom Central Consulting on behalf of Whirlpool and received a complimentary Whirlpool Duet washer and dryer to facilitate my review.