The towel monster came to visit today, actually this week. What am I talking about! He visits every DAY in one form or another! I know you all know what I am talking about. I think this same monster is in cahoots with the sock monster. I think I could fill an entire trash bag with all those “one sock” since the sock monster took the match. What type of pleasure does this monster get from just taking ONE sock! Is this monster a one-footed monster? It’s just cruel that I can’t wear some of my designer Halloween socks because I only have ONE sock! I could wear mismatched socks and just blame the Polish heritage again. You know, “there is no point in being Polish if you can’t prove it” motto I go by.
Besides the towel and sock monsters living in my house, the container monster hides somewhere. I have Tupperware, Gladware, Rubbermaid, and I don’t care ware in my cabinets. Oh how I love opening up the cabinet and having the containers jump out at me as if to say “Pick me! Pick me!” only to have absolutely NO matching lid. What the heck? Who TOOK the lids? During the battle of the containers, I “showed them” by throwing them back into the cabinets, all the while more containers were falling to the floor. I really showed them, didn’t I? So, what does any mature adult do when the battle appears to be lost? I leave all containers on the floor and talk to them. During this time my son is standing there watching me as I am arguing with the containers on the floor. “Fine, all you containers, you know what? You can all just stay on the floor. I could really give a rat’s ass if you stay there all night!” The containers didn’t answer; however, my son picked them all up and put them away for me. Maybe he thought I was talking to him and not the containers. In his mind I am sure he was thinking, “She has lost it yet again. Is she talking to me? I don’t know if she noticed, but I am not on the floor. And how cruel that my mother would want me to stay on the floor all night and not give a rats ass. Maybe I will pick up these containers and slowly move away from the kitchen.”
Getting to the towels. All I wanted was a dishrag to do some dishes and possibly wipe down the counter. I peer into the closet and what do my eyes see? Dish TOWELS, no dish RAGS. Seriously? It’s not only those dishtowels and dishrags I have a problem with, can a girl get a towel for when she wants to take a shower? I think not. Quite enjoyable using a hand towel to wipe down your not a 5-year old butt anymore. Again, really? Unlike the kitchen towels, I am quite sure I know where all bath towels are in my house. All I have to do is to open a certain 19-year olds room and voila! All bath towels are making a nice carpet on his already carpeted floor.
So the battle of the kitchen towel continues. Maybe I will go into the linen closet this weekend and remove all towels and separate them all by kitchen and bath towels yet again. Oh who am I kidding? Where is the Bounty? After all it is the quicker picker upper.
Keep smiling! J
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