Sorry, it's true.
I did not get the cleaning gene, and I'm perfectly capable of stepping around the clutter without picking it up.
I also hate laundry.
With a passion. A white-hot passion.
And so when it comes to doing the laundry, I stall.
Eventually, the Roo-girl figured out that it was easier to do her own laundry. That way, she could have WHAT she needed WHEN she needed, and she didn't have to wait until I got around to it. (When you're 14 and you have to figure out the perfect outfit every day for school, this becomes a very important consideration.)
Let's back up a second. I want to make sure you actually heard what I said:
The Roo-girl does her own laundry.
But wait! There's more!
When she gets ready to do her laundry, she always pokes her head into the master suite.
"Do you guys have laundry to do? I'm doing mine, and I don't have a full load."
Let us have a moment of silence while that sinks in.
In case you missed it, here it is in a nutshell:
THE ROO-GIRL DOES MY LAUNDRY.
My work here is done.