Because there are people who own nothing more than the shirt on their back.
Because there are families mourning the death of their small child, or husband.
And because, even though I know all this, I still had the gall to feel annoyed today at whichever child or husband put my cheese slicer in the "Drawer of Things Which Scoop" rather than the "Drawer of Things Which Cut." And I couldn't find it this afternoon when I wanted to slice me some cheese.
Yes, I have that many drawers. And yes, I'm anal enough to name them. And (sigh) yes, I'm schmucky enough to find such petty things annoying.
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So I was pregnant, and had bronchitis, and couldn't take anything because I was, you know, pregnant. And every time I coughed I had to hold onto my ribs to avoid the worst of the pain.
At the same time, my 16 year old sister was diagnosed with cancer.
And every time I complained about my cough, I felt like a schmuck (which, did you know, means 'boy part'?)
But my sister's having cancer didn't make my ribs feel any better. You're allowed your minor irritants, especially since you clearly make an effort at keeping them in perspective.
Why is it every time I read one of these compulsive clean posts, my house feels messier?? Remind me to never have you over. You and I would suffer a panic attack. ;)
In behalf of your children/husband...whomever was so diligent, I know how hard it is to find the drawer with "Things that cut." I often found myself digging through your drawers trying to put the items into a category that would fit. But the drawer with "Things that wipe" that always threw me off.
Once again...you leave me laughing my head off!! Too funny!
Nah, you're only a schmuck if you actually have more than one husband. ;-) Nathan's a keeper.
Things could always be worse; that does not mean that it is healthy or necessary to sit passively by and accept things because someone, somewhere is worse off than you are.
I also think that, since you obviously realize that the utensil foul-up is a petty annoyance, you are not beyond hope. ;-D If you were rending your garments and bemoaning your harsh situation, I am sure we all would worry.
A word of advice: Don't make too big of a deal out of the misplaced utensil, otherwise someone ("Micah") might decide it would be really funny to rearrange your kitchen for you and watch your reaction.
I would babble more, but someone here is reading/re-enacting aloud, again, and I just cannot think.
I'm still trying to figure out what would have happened if you had left the cheese slicer in the drawer with the "things which scoop"...would it have mated with a melon-baller and spawned cheese ballers and melon slicers??
Mmmmm . . . cheese balls. Little mini cheese balls, wrapped up in slices of melon. I think you're on to something!
huh...cheese slicer? Yeah...That is called a KNIFE in my house. You and all your gadgets girl. I think you would enjoy all my drawers of chaos.
Hmmmm...don't know what I can add to this other than I love you. :)
~miehesi
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