I'd like to think that I'm a very independent person. You know, I know how to iron clothes (or how to stick them in the dryer so it can get the wrinkles out); I know how to cook (as long as whatever is being cooked can be cooked in my Crockpot; and I know how to wash clothes...or at least I thought I did.
I was never really taught how to wash clothes, I just watched my mom do it and learned that way. She did it all throughout my young life, and then I was basically forced to do it when I went off to college.
It wasn't really a bad thing, but I am also cheap so I did everything I could to wash two weeks' worth of clothes in one load because I was not spending another $1.50 on four shirts. So as great as I am washing clothes...about two months ago, something stopped me. Dun, dun, dun...
Fabric softener.
I didn't know how to use it. My nana bought me this gallon thing of liquid fabric softener and I was stumped.
I was no longer great.
I was no longer independent.
I was no longer an adult.
Well, maybe it wasn't quite that dramatic, but you get my point.
And I was forced to do it. I was forced to call my mom for help. I was forced to call the one woman who always told me to not be in a rush to grow up, and here I was, proving her point.
She actually wasn't rude about my question; she just laughed and explained how to do it. But, it only help me realize that even though I have been out of the house for five years at this point, I still need to ask for help for something as small as learning how to use fabric softener.
Sorry, Mom. You'll probably getting more questions soon because my clothes still don't smell the same way as when you wash them.
I'll get the adult thing sooner or later. Probably later rather than sooner because let's face it...none of us really know what we're doing.
So let's figure it out together.
Side note: If you just look on your washing machine, there are instructions in there on how to use fabric softener - so LOL at adulting.