It’s Monday and there are a few things I’d like to rant about. Selfishness. Motherhood. The current state of elementary schools in Ontario.
But let’s start the week off on a lighter note.
I feel like I spend my life putting away random things. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, someone should write a dissertation on the random patterns of ‘stuff’, which I imagine we’d finally discover, if we took the time to study it, aren’t actually that random.
My home acts as a base for my business, which means that the main floor of our house generally needs to stay tidy. On Saturday night, in preparation for a busy Monday of sessions, I started putting away some of the plethora of randomness that had accumulated in our house over the course of the last six hours. That’s right I had a session on Saturday morning yet by Saturday evening the random had once again taken over the main floor of our house.
On our kitchen counter there is a toaster and a coffee maker, some green bananas and a telephone.. Lets play ‘some of these things are not like the others’ in amongst the crumbs.
1. My husband’s wallet, which has it’s very own drawer in the front hall closet.
2. A roll of red tape. I’m not sure why we have red tape and I don’t remember ever seeing it being used but there’s not much left on the roll leaving me to wonder if I’m going to come across a random item in the house that we’ll never be able to un-tape.
3. A small flashlight which the middle takes to bed with him every night.
4. A mini hockey stick which I swear I last saw in the garage.
5. A cheap plastic toy lizard that the middle and little actually fight over because they both love it so much. That’s right ignore the $100′s of dollars of LEGO over there in the corner…
6. Money. This is shocking in and of itself because between us we don’t usually have more than a quarter or a few pennies. The last time the big lost a tooth we had to ‘borrow’ $2 from Grandpa to cover our tooth fairy bill.
7. A soother. We have a baby in the house so of course there’d be a soother on the counter. This would make sense if our baby actually used a soother. He doesn’t.
Play along! What’s on your counter that doesn’t belong there?