A few years ago, I was at Ikea (just a moment here while I bow my head in a moment of silence to show my respect) and found a laundry sorter. It was THE BOMB. A single hamper where you could sort your clothes into dark, medium or whites and when you’re ready to wash, BOOM A LACKA BOOM, you’re good to go. I showed it to the kids and the Pre-Teacher Girl said, “Ya mean we can’t just throw it down the stairs anymore.” Well, no because this makes it so easy to SORT and then I’ll just have to throw the loads in. “But we like throwing it down the stairs. This means we’ll have to go down the stairs and sort it ourselves. Yes, that is the point. It turned out I was the only one that actually used this and within a few months it was donated to The Land Where Lazy Children Do Not Live.
The other day, I was cleaning the fridge. The godawful fridge that makes me crazy. I got the brilliant idea to sort things on the door by category – condiments, salad dressing, wines for slushies…… Lookie here, kids, you just put it away by its category and then we’ll always know where it is when we’re looking for it. Two days later, there was Italian dressing next to the Pinot Grigio and one of these things is not like the other, unless you know of a way to get a buzz from Wishbone Italian.
I let out a big irritated sigh and The Big Daddy did what he always does when my plans for an ordered home get thwarted. He put his arm around me and said, “How ’bout you go wipe your ass and you’ll feel much better. In fact, all of us would feel better if you did that.” It’s like he’s a mind reader.