Having just dropped off Sawyer at preschool, I came home to make myself a cup of delicious, soothing coffee before settling in to work.
What stopped me, as you'll see below, struck me as part of the hard battle we're all fighting. At least I hope we are; I'll be mad if I'm the only one. So, I created this graphic is for you in the hopes that you get to skip this particular experience. Though if there are boys, or anyone under 25 in your house you might not be so lucky. This might take a minute to load ...
To the offenders: I'd like to document this image for the record: it's A THING! It turns out that the reason we ask you to clean up after yourself isn't because we're bored. That disgusting web of mold feeding off of whatever you couldn't be bothered to rinse out in the two seconds it would have taken - it's ALIVE, growing, and repulsive. The same goes for that wet towel you left crumpled on the bathroom floor after you used it to dry off. Oh, cleaning that up was MY job? Oh, I'm sorry. Here, let me make it up to you by making up a bed for you in the tent outside. I don't care if you envelop yourself in a cocoon of micotoxins out there. But seriously, it's not my job and, for the love of your family, stop it immediately! It's so gross.
Do you get to enjoy surprises like that, too? Now I just need to stomach going back into the kitchen to make that coffee.Thanks for stopping by!