I cringe when I hear Matt rummaging through one of our many
junk miscellaneous item drawers and cabinets. It reminds me that I am behind on my life's mission to Organize Everything.
Last night I heard him rifling through the cabinet in the kitchen containing various parts of containers. The sour cream, yogurt and salsa containers with the warped lids, you have them too, right?
"Are you looking for the 9×13 pan?"
"Yes." I think I detect a hint of irritation in his voice.
"It's in the stroller."
"Of course it is," he goes looking for the stroller.
"It's on the front porch," I call after him. Must get organized, I think to myself.