That Makes Two of Us

Busy night - very busy night. Bane of my existance, really, are busy nights. Nights when you have to cook, do laundry and work on a running-late work project.

Ick.

It's all the more aggravating when you go into the bathroom to brush your teeth and discover a sock that was dropped during the journey from laundry basket to washing machine.

GRRRR.

Hey! There's a sock on the floor, says The Boy.

Oh no! I reply.

Is there supposed to be a sock on the floor? he asks.

Very funny, I tell him, feeling aggravated. You know it's supposed to be in the washing machine. I don't want to talk about it.

Oh, good, he says. You don't want to talk about it and I don't want to hear about it. Everyone should be happy.