Domestic engineering failure

Jake decided today was the day he’d master folding fitted sheets. I found him in the bedroom holding one above his head like he was surrendering to an invisible army, completely mystified by the physics of elastic corners.

Domestic engineering failure

Twenty minutes of wrestling with what should have been a simple task, and he finally just sat down on the bed staring at the crumpled mess in defeat. The look on his face was pure ‘how did my engineering degree not prepare me for this.’

And then he just gave up.

I showed him the Martha Stewart trick I learned from Sarah’s mom, but honestly? His version looks about as neat as mine usually do. We’re calling it ‘rustic folding’ and moving on with our lives.

Some battles aren’t worth winning.