Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Image from Flickr. I need one of those under sink organizers
I felt well enough this morning to empty the cabinets below the sinks. I threw out half of the stuff I found under there. Why do I still have plant food when I haven't had a garden in three years? And why is it under the sink? I started scrubbing counters, tubs, toilets, even floors and threw out three bags worth of clutter. Then my face started hurting again and I crashed on the couch.
Maintenance was here for less than five minutes doing their inspection. They pushed the button on the smoke detector, changed the AC filter, made a couple of notes, and left. What was the point of that?
When my daughter came home she looked at the bags on the porch and said, "Where did those come from?"
"The trash fairy must have come."
She looked at me with that you're so not funny glare that teens have.
"Where do you think it came from?"
"Were you bored or something?"
Have you ever had those days when you completely understand why some parents beat their children? Or why they used to marry them off so young?