Elisa's Journal

Please tell me it's not just my kids who do these things. Why the hell do they cut open packages and leave the package tops in the drawer with the scissors? Why do they fail to load their dirty dishes in the sink, thinking some obsessive compulsive dish fairy is going to swoop down and do that job for them? And that anal little fairy is getting pissed because there have been a flurry of oatmeal encrusted bowls which require him/her to bring out his magical jack hammer. Why do they take their stinky sneakers off in the middle of the foyer or den when they come home from school rather than put them away where they belong? Don't they understand kharma? They could trip over those shoes, fracture both tibias in 37 different places so that they don't need shoes in the first place. Why do they leave the milk out instead of putting it back in the fridge? They never do that with soft drinks and gatorade. Why do kids (and husbands) use the "soaking technique" when it's their turn to wash the dinner dishes? Don't they know how transparent they are? It doesn't take a genius to see this ploy as a desperate hope or a game of chicken which will lead to (who else) me doing them at 11:30 at night. (Actually, that would be me in a perfect world, but June Cleaver I ain't. They can soak until the designs wear off or the cows come home, which ever comes first.) Placate my frustration. Send me your own personal peeves.