In the morning, I am usually the last one to leave the house. I kind of like it that way, because it gives me a few moments of quiet in an empty house. Of course, it also means that I am the one who is left with a sink full of dishes to fill the dishwasher with, and hungry cats that still need to be fed.
This morning was no exception. In fact, the sink was filled with dishes, despite the fact that the dishwasher was close to empty. This included a container from yesterday that still held the remnants of warm tuna. Totally appetizing. And to the right of me sat the stove with leftover food chunks from everyone’s breakfast makings.
I could have gotten mad. Admittedly, I was a little irritated. But honestly, it wasn’t that big of a deal.
However, the appliances did not feel the same way.
Here’s the note the dishwasher left.
And the stove, not able to keep silent any longer, added its two cents as well.
I was concerned that perhaps my family might take offense to the appliance’s efforts to share their feelings. But I didn’t want to stifle their voice either. After all, everyone is entitled to their feelings. So I left for work and went on with my day.
When I got home, however, apparently the loaf pans and my husband had a heart to heart while I was gone. My husband heard I had made banana bread while he was away on a business trip, and none was saved for him. The loaf pan felt bad about this, and felt the need to share its own feelings:
And then, the calendar – who I keep forgetting to put the dang month on – decided enough was enough. My daughter keeps reminding me to do my usual artistic month title, but I keep forgetting. Guess the calendar felt a little slighted.
I think my house has gone mad….
P.S. The teenagers in the house decided humorous notes totally beat out ordering them around. When I came home, the stove was totally clean, and all the dishes were put away.