My 20-year-old stepson came for a visit during his spring break. He's a good kid, slowly finding his way in life. His two brothers who live with me and the Mr. adore him, so it's always nice for the bros to have some quality time together.
After Spence* left for the airport, I went to his room to strip the sheets, correctly suspecting that it wouldn't have occurred to him to do it. But what I found rather surprised me. Ok, so maybe the garbage on the floor from a few shopping trips shouldn't have thrown me. And the CDs scattered around, those are his Dad's. But what about the cookies and the socks?
Per Spence, "Oh, yeah. The socks are dirty and I didn't want to pack them. And the cookies got kind of crushed while I was traveling so I just left them."
Typical guy stuff, I know. But really, leaving your dirty socks and trash for someone else to clean up? Hmmm. I could be perturbed, but better if I choose happy.
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