Day 2- It Remains

My young ones’ school doesn't have a cafeteria. This means I prepare lunch for them every morning. On a typical day, the alarm rings out at 6 am with a snooze or two to follow. Once I've sufficiently put myself together, amid the sporadic calls to Mommy for help with this or that, I finally make my way to the kitchen. With luck, the 17 year old (F) has prepped the coffee maker and all I have to do is find my travel mug before making lunches.  Today, however, is different.

Coffee wasn't prepped. No big deal; takes all of a minute to get it ready for brewing. Where would we be without our morning life’s blood? Prepping coffee doesn't irk me. The basin in the sink does. 

It’s still there. I needed room to collect my coffee water and that nasty basin full of juicy towels was in the sink. Not only that, but the previously empty sink used for pasta drainage is now full of dirty dishes.

Dilemma?  Or not so much?

With little time to complete my morning routine I took the quickest course of action and take the basin out of the sink and set it on the floor.  Problem Solved! If it got in my path, I scooted it over a bit.

Later that evening I’m prepping the oven for grocery store pizzas. F had a friend coming to spend the night and it’s an easy meal. I’m walking around the kitchen, doing my thing, only this time Hubby V notices me slide the basin across the tile and out of my way. 

“What’s that?”

“Those are the towels we used for the juice.”

“Really?”

“Yup.”

He walks over, picks up the basin and heads out the dining room door to presumably take them to the laundry room!  POINTS FOR ME! I didn't have to ask! Granted who knows how long these icky, sticky towels would have moved around the kitchen had he not caught me shuffling them hither and yon.  Still, I’ll take a win where I can. Score one for the Experiment!

PS: I didn't bother putting the leftover pizza away. Go me.