The other day I called Coach at work because I couldn’t find the laundry soap anywhere. He had been washing clothes and towels the evening before — was it possible that he had used all the soap?
“Honey, do you know where the laundry soap is?”
“I don’t. I just used that stuff that’s on the shelf.”
“Bleach?”
Couldn’t be. If he had used bleach, everything would be ruined. Turns out, the laundry soap was still in the car from vacation and he HAD in fact used bleach to wash our beach towels and my quilt.
A short while later, when preparing to take a shower, I noticed that there was dental floss on the shower floor. Huh? Who flosses their teeth in the shower? There’s only one other human in this house with enough teeth to floss other than myself and I prefer to floss in front of a mirror. That other person often flosses in the living room, too.
It makes me want to host a meet & greet… “Coach, this is a trashcan. Trashcan — Coach.”
Get acquainted.
Some of you are laughing because you know it’s only going to get worse for me. Some day soon, Miss Babycakes is going to add to the strangeness. There will be toothbrushes in the potty, vaseline on the mirrors, handprints on the windows, crayon on the walls, wrappers on the floor… what else? Prepare me, friends!
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Well . . . at least he knows how to run the washer? I’m pretty sure mine does not.
Just found your site and have done a bit of snooping around. I really like it!
Kady “painted” the kitchen with Jelly. Kyler had a brief infatuation with scissors. Kevin. . .well, the man takes drinks to the bathroom with him. . .and that’s just gross. Good luck. You’re right–it gets far worse!!