by Catie

Created on: January 10, 2009   Last Updated: January 18, 2009

Today is Saturday and the day I have designated as my "housework day". So armed with my plastic tote bucket and all the necessary products that television has told me I need in order to keep a clean house, I head upstairs to the first bathroom.

My first reaction as I enter the first bath room is, good grief, how did these screws and this screw driver get in here? Oh well. I set the tote bucket down, pick up the screws and screw driver and head down stairs to the junk drawer to return said items to their proper place.

It is at this point that I notice the cat brush sitting on the kitchen counter and have no clue how it got there. This makes it necessary for me to take the brush to the family room and place it in the cat supply basket where it belongs.

Once I get to the spot where the cat basket has been for years, I discover it is gone. So now I'm off to look for the basket with brush in hand and almost trip over the pair of shoes I've been looking for. I pick up the shoes and head back upstairs for the bedroom to put the shoes in the closet when the mail arrives through the slot in the door.

I turn around mid-stairs and head back down so I go to check out the mail. The cat brush and the shoes get set down on the credenza by the front door, and with mail in hand I head for the dining room table to sit down and read it. Upon my arrival, I find that the table is covered with the laundry I forgot to fold last night. I set the mail on the side chair, finish folding the laundry and head back upstairs to put it away.

Once the clothes are put away in the dresser, I head for the closet to put the laundry basket back where it belongs where I find that the cat has left me a nice juicy hairball right in the middle of my bedroom floor because I did not brush her because I could not find her brush.

So back down stairs I go, again, to the laundry room to get the stuff I need to clean up the hairball. As I head back up stairs, I see a note on our message board that my mother called last night. At this point, I set the spot remover down, pick up the note and go into the living room to return her call.

Just as I begin to talk with my mother, the man of the family comes home. He puts his junk on the side chair in the dining room and heads up stairs. In no time at all he comes down stairs yelling at me and wondering "Just exactly what do you do all day while I am gone? The bathroom is filthy and I can't find a darn thing in this house.''

Still yelling, he wants to know why is there is a cat brush and a pair shoes on the credenza, a hairball in the middle of the bedroom floor, and spot remover on the hall table? Then, as an after thought he yells out as he climbs the stairs "And oh yea, where the *&^@ is my mail?

As I sit and wonder why I am so tired every Saturday evening, I notice the cat, who is in desperate need of brushing, and think to myself "Now where did I see that cat brush this morning?".

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