It was all quiet last night, and my pack was sleeping. The Professor wasn’t home yet and it was promptly 10:00PM. My brain was a bit tired, so I thought it was good time for a bit of mindless entertainment. With it being exactly 10:00PM, it was a perfect time for me to catch a bit of TV (I can’t watch a program if I’ve missed the beginning).
I needed to access the cable to be able to access the guide, so I’d know what’s on. And, I needed to do it right away, as it was already 10:01PM and it was rapidly approaching the “too late to start watching” zone.
I was wishing I had a remote to find the remote.
I checked the usual suspects – under the sofa cushions, behind the pillows. No dice… err… uh…no remote. 10:02PM. Dang. Time to widen the net.
I checked the footstools, under the sofas, in the DVD cabinet, behind the Kinect. 10:03PM.
I checked the kitchen counters, refrigerator, freezer, ice cream cartons, egg bin, fruit basket, cookie jar, bird cage, and kitchen trash can. 10:04PM.
I checked the guinea pigs’ cage, Lego tub, crayon bucket, gift wrap basket, behind the printer, and on top of the china cabinet. 10:05PM.
I checked in my purse, in The Professor’s in-box, and in the dog food bin. 10:06PM. Sigh.
Self-pity kicked into first gear.
Am I not human? When I’m cut, do I not bleed? Am I not entitled to the occasional brain shrinking indulgence just like any other member of the family?
How can they be so selfish? How can they be so irresponsible? How can they be so messy? How do they expect me to find the remote control if they don’t put it away where it goes?
I mean, geez, I bought a basket to store the remote in. All they have to do is put it in the basket when they put it down, and then no one would ever have to waste time looking for it and miss the first six minutes of Castle!
Then, I realized there was one place I hadn’t looked.
The basket I bought to hold the remote control.
There it was.
Right where it should have been. Someone actually put it where it goes.
How can they be so selfish? How can they be so irresponsible? How can they not be messy when I’m counting on it? How do they expect me to find the remote control if they put it away where it goes?
Laugh Out Loud!
Does your house ever look like it’s had a visit from Thing 1 and Thing 2? Do you ever wish The Cat In The Hat would drive up with his Clean Up Machine and put everything away where it goes? Are you the only one in your house that seems to be bothered by mess, too?