About a month ago, when I changed out winter clothes for summer clothes (What was I thinking?! Winter refuses to go away.) I rearranged Ruby’s drawers. With threats thrown out for the neatness to last longer than the next load of laundry, she’s taken her job seriously. Every time she puts her clothes away, she asks where each thing goes.
Tonight, as she held up a skirt, I said,
“Bottom drawer. In the middle.”
She walked toward the stairs, spun back around and looked at me quizzically.
“So if I go in my room, I open my…”
Seriously?
“Bottom drawer.”
“And then I put it on which side?”
“Middle Ruby. In the middle.”
Sheesh. I do not get paid enough.
