Positively Scarred

I was still at the age where my parents would do my laundry for me. Actually, my mom and I would combine our laundry together because we lived in apartments and the laundry room was down the street. No big deal.  However, at my dad’s house, my step mom would go into my room when I wasn’t home and bring down my laundry basket and was my clothes for me.

So in a sense, I was independent and could do my laundry on my own, and usually did, but my step mom would step into her bored housewife suit and wash it for me.

On one of these particular washings, my dad had to help. I wasn’t at home at the time. So my laundry is done and waiting for me in the hamper in the laundry room/pantry (yeah, our washer/dryer was in the pantry. weird, yeah?) and I go in to haul my basket upstairs.

It was a little awkward to find out that my dad had done my laundry because at the time he didn’t know his 16 year old daughter wore thong panties. So my heart skipped a little and I got really embarrassed when he turned to me and said, “Yeah, I was wondering why you had string in your laundry until I realized it was underwear.”

Cue blushing and embarrassment.

I’ve always done my own laundry since then.