sorted no.2

When I was, ooh, probably a teenager, I vividly remember my mother saying to my sister & I that we were to tell her if she was turning in to her mother.

And then I remember that when we did tell her, that she wasn't very happy with either of us.

And now the worm has turned.

I have become my mother.

Without warning I suddenly hear myself saying exactly what she would say.

(Brunnell especially thinks it's frightening.)

One of Mum's many mantras...  (and she still says it)

'don't put down, put away'.

It used to drive us crazy.

Except now, I hear that self same saying coming from me.

'don't put down, put away'.

When everyone ignores me, I resort to, wait for it, Virgo's unite - my etc drawers.

Old steel filing drawers in a past life.

Oh yes, you can snigger, but these little drawers are the answer to the don't put down put away. 

They keep my Virgo intolerance of mess, tolerant.

You see, there are three 'etc' drawers.

One for Milly, one for Eva, and one for everything else (mostly Brunnell).

Anything that gets dumped anywhere that it's not meant to be dumped goes in to the etc drawers.

And if you have kids, then you know that this could be anything and everything and all at the same time!

Once a week I threaten that anything left in the etc drawer really will be dumped, although I confess I've never actually gone through with this promise.

I love these little drawers because though not put away, they satisfy the don't put down part of the equation, and the family love them, because they can usually find their stuff without having to look too hard.

Happy wife, happy life.

Amanda xx

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