Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Destroyer strikes again

So this morning after I went to work, but before my hoarder got out of bed, Destroyer of Things got into some flour in the kitchen and distributed it liberally throughout the house.  This should be a funny story about how cute he looks when he is guilty and how exasperating it can be taking care of a young boy who likes to destroy things.  At worst, a story about ruined electronics.  Instead, it becomes a story about trying to find all the places where the flour got to; finding flour in a nook or cranny weeks or months later; going through piece after piece of mind numbingly mundane items that provide little to no benefit to us to make sure the flour is out of all 'my stuff'. 

It really should be a simple matter of vacuum, sponge, rinse, garbage with a little detailing mixed in.  It becomes all detailing with the hoard.  Then hoarder and I have a fight and everybody wins.  Ugh.  Sometimes it amazes me how little a thing can set me off when the whole problem is around me at all times.