First, let me explain. I tend to want my personal space tidy. My (ok, our) bedroom has hardwood floors, a platform bed, two simple beige lamps with white shades, and one pale hardwood dresser. To get any more zen I’d have to ship in some sand and rake it in calming patterns. My bedspread is black, the comforter is white, the linens are brown; there is one tiny square moss-green velvet pillow with brown embroidery resting peacefully atop the six pristine white pillows, three on each side of the bed. It’s like an art gallery in there.
I would SO love for all my living space to embody this serene uncluttered feel, but as you may know by now, I live in a house with four males. The Maker, in particular, has taken over the bathtub in the master bath.
So I think what’s happening with this post is that I’m attempting to bring some order out of the chaos with this simple little list… Or maybe I just need therapy.
- 12 oz Suave Kids Tear Free Body Wash in Jumpin’ Berry, unused
- 4 oz Crayola Sudsy Mudsy foaming mud soap, slightly used
- 20 oz Johnson’s No More Tears Detangling Formula Baby Shampoo, slightly used
- 38 oz Ajax Antibacterial Super Degreaser Orange dish liquid, almost gone.
- one bar Ivory soap, well worn
- one fabric “never comes off even in water” Band-Aid, used
- mechanical pencil with lead, eraser and plastic eraser cap
- plastic Crisco Butter Flavored tub container with lid, no Crisco remaining
- plastic trowel
- new blue flower-shaped sponge, unused
- ancient green disgusting sponge, well used
- green plastic tippy cup, no lid
- green unidentifiable squirty toy
- mechanical pen, still working
- unidentifiable plastic sleeve (for mechanical pen and pencil set?), wet
There was kind of a heavy emphasis on the soap, there, if you noticed. Some day, perhaps I will receive the clean, zen family I spend whole posts fantasizing about. And I will say, “Are you people aliens? Where is my family?”