Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Bipartisan Bathroom

So today I am a little sad, because I live here in Indiana, have my whole life. (except for those rogue few months in Florida) And for most of my life, I knew the name Evan Bayh. He was our governor when I was little, and he’s a Democrat, and it really isn’t easy for a Democrat to get elected in our notoriously conservative state. He was in charge for 8 years, and then became a U.S. Senator. I don’t know what kind of governor he was, if he was really good, or if people just vote for him all the time because he seems like a nice guy, but he has been in politics for most of my life, anyway.

So yesterday, he announced that he was retiring from the Senate. Not because he is old, or because he doesn’t want to fight for re-election, but because he is sick of the partisan crap going on in Washington. He is tired of fighting. He is tired of losing no-brainers. He is tired of literally getting nothing done because no one will cooperate with anyone else. And I’m just saying, that makes me sad, and a little mad. And that’s all I‘m going to say about that.

On a much lighter note, I decided to do a load of laundry yesterday. (stop the presses!!) This particular load included the towels from our master bathroom. I’m kind of lazy, so I’ll wash and dry the load and then just hang up the towels, rather than getting new ones from the linen closet and having to fold and put away the towels that I just washed and are super-duper-clean. But I forgot that the towels were in the dryer. And I still forgot when I saw Workaholic go into the bathroom.

Workaholic really likes the bathroom. Not as in, “sit on the toilet, read a magazine until he does his business” like, but as in, it’s his favorite room of the house. The floors are heated, (not as fancy as it sounds) there is a fan that spews heat from the ceiling, he turns on the water (yes, I tell him every day that he is killing the environment) and he’ll watch TV and play on my Nintendo DS. So it’s no wonder with all the heat and noise he didn’t notice in the 20 minutes that he sat in there last night that there were no towels. And he still didn’t notice when he stepped into the shower that his purple towel wasn’t hanging right next to the door as it usually is. And while, yes, some of the blame could be placed on me, since I knew the entire time that he was in the bathroom that he was in there, he didn’t notice until he finished his shower! And then he noticed that there was no towel to dry off.

Except, except, Sam’s towel. I like to wash her towel with her clothes, and it was still hanging on the back of the door. Her tiny, white and pink hooded towel. Which now definitely needs to be washed. I do love my boy...he makes me laugh.

2 comments:

me said...

I cannot count the number of times we have used the baby towels since I am such a horrible housekeeper that the grown up towels were all dirty.

mary said...

Um..your heated floors are just as "good as it sounds", maybe even better than it sounds. :)