I am lucky enough to be able to be a stay-at-home mom. And as such, there are certain things around the house that I am expected to do; like the laundry. But well, I've blogged a couple times about how successful I am at that.
Also, Eric really appreciates it if he can get into the house without tripping over a lot of clutter, backpacks and toys. I couldn't even begin to count the number of days I am running around like a mad woman ten minutes before he gets home trying to make it look halfway decent.
And then there is his razor. Eric has one of those nifty electric razors that has a base that you put it in to clean the razor. To clean the razor all you have to do is push a button. He likes to clean his razor every other day. The trouble is, when you clean the razor it is rather noisy. So rather than wake us all up with the obnoxious buzzing, he has asked me to clean it for him.
Easy-peasy! I can push a button.
Monday morning rolls around. My alarm-i.e. the kids, wake me up. I head into the bathroom to well use it, and get my contacts in. It usually is a good thing to be able to see when driving the kids to school. I get dressed, put on some quick makeup and off we go.... and I forgot to push the button. This doesn't happen just once... but many many days.
So Eric decides to have mercy on me and he lays a piece of toilet paper on top of the razors on the days it needs to be cleaned; kind of like tying a string around your finger.
So my alarms go off, I do my business and oh, I see the toilet paper. I push the button. I am so awesome! Look at me go!
But then something interesting begins to occur. One evening as we are getting ready for bed Eric says-"you forgot to clean my razor."
"Oh shoot, you must have forgot to put on toilet paper to remind me."
"No, I did."
"You did?" I fully believe him but have no recollection of this.
The next cleaning day rolls around. I stumble out of bed, I need to blow my nose. Ah toilet paper, right there on his razor. I grab the toilet paper, utilize it, throw it in the trash and then am on my marry way. The evening rolls around.
"You forgot to clean my razor"
I gasp. It all comes back to me. I had seen the toilet paper, I used the toilet paper, but I never pushed the button.
We have a good laugh over this.
But well just like a good joke that when told too many times isn't funny anymore... me using the toilet paper without pushing the button, isn't quite as funny anymore. As yes, I have done this many many times.
Good thing I can cook a good meal.