ahhh, the little things

drew has a straightening issue.

not cool.

today, i was brushing my teeth. he comes into our bathroom, closes a drawer that i left open because i was going to put the toothpaste back in that drawer. but not fast enough for him. then, he begins straightening the "stuff" that helps me prepare my face for life oustide the four walls of our home. and in my head, i'm thinking "Don't! Why? Stop! It is my stuff. Please don't touch. It took me two days to find the tweezers from the last time you put them up." and i accidentally said it outloud.

he looked at me and i realized what i'd done.

damn it. i hate to be hard on him and i hate it when i say things that aren't at least 80% positive. and he can't stop himself. flatware on tables. dirty dishes. piles of papers. (not that we have any piles of paper around our home, but if we did, i'm positive he would arrange them.) sometimes when we are picking up the kitchen, he's rearranging things on the cabinet and not really picking anything up...just rearranging it.

next, the apple crisp and the variety of apple crispness issues he has.