I am a creature of organization. A place for everything and everything in its place. Ya know? My husband knows this. My children know this. And, yet, my children use this knowledge to find oh so many ways to ensure that my head will explode on a daily basis.
How?
Towels on the bathroom floor. Towels. On. The. Bathroom. FLOOR!! One sure fire way to make my eyes roll fiercely in my skull is leaving towels on the bathroom floor. But, they’ve managed to find a worse crime than that!
What?!
Sopping wet towels on the bedroom floor!! Yep! Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse, I step on soaking wet towels in the bedroom floor. Of course they are expertly placed a top a pile of clothes that should no doubt be in the hamper. The hamper that rests three feet from where the clothes are strewn.
I particularly love the deer in headlights look that crosses the faces of my children when I ask them about the placement of their towels. Really?!
It wouldn’t be so bad if it weren’t for the that fact that my socks always somehow manage to find the sopping wet towels; while they are still attached to my feet. Sheesh! I think I’ll go toss this one and my wet socks in my sons bed and see how quickly he finds it. Maybe next time he drops his towel on the floor he will remember the time mom threw it in his bed soaking wet.
Sorry….not sorry….just sockless.
