Myths abound of magical little beings that come out at night to clean people's houses and complete any unfinished work. I'm living in opposite land. My elves have run amuck.
I can go to bed at night with a sparkling counter and an empty sink, but when I stagger to the kitchen at 6 am to feed the cats, and make coffee, something has happened overnight. Crumbs all over the counter. Dirty glasses and food encrusted dishes piled precariously in the sink. Half full water bottles scattered randomly about the kitchen. An empty Triscuit box. The "pull here" top of a tortilla bag. The quesadilla maker left out on the table.
I've inherited the elves from Animal House.
I fully accept the fact that I'm the one who does most of the cleaning. I tell myself that some day, I will clean my counters, and they will stay clean, and I'll miss the chaos. But at 6 am, all I want is to shut the cats up, and have a cup of coffee, not bulldoze a path to the faucet.
Dear frat house elves, there is a dishwasher right over there-->. Put the dishes in it. There are paper towels right under the sink. Wipe the counter down if you make a mess. The trash can might be little harder to find...it's shut in the closet so that it's animal proof. If you'd like, I'll make a big sign with an arrow so that you can find it easier.
I'm living in an episode of "Fractured Fairy Tales".
I just want my coffee.
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