Well, one thing is for sure. Steve and I won’t be buying toothpaste for quite some time, maybe for more than half a year.
See, I was going through drawers and tower baskets in the bathroom this past week, and I found about two dozen tiny tubes of toothpaste laying about. I’m not kidding either. There were clearly about two dozen of them.
Wow! I wondered. How did we manage to accumlate so many tiny tubes of toothpaste? I blame our dentists. They’re always pushing toothbrushes, toothpaste, and dental floss at us after each visit. Not that this is a bad thing. Oral hygienne is very important, at least if you plan on talking to me.
So anyway, we’ve got loads of toothpaste to last us for the months ahead. And, hand lotion, if you really need to know. There are nearly as many tiny bottles of hand lotion in our house as there are tiny tubes of toothpaste. How did we accumulate so many of them? I blame hotels and motels for that. Hotels and motels are always replenishing rooms with tiny bottles of lotion, even when you only open and use them one lousy time.
When Steve and I stayed at a hotel in Niagara Falls, Ontario (FYI, the Canadian side of the Falls is better than the U.S. side), our housekeeper overstocked our room with tiny bottles of lotion, and shampoo, and conditioner. It was kind of crazy, all those tiny bottles, but that was OK, because it was the Bath and Body Works brand, cucumber melon-scented. Good stuff.
So, yeah, we’ve got an overload of tiny toothpastes and lotions in our house right now, and they need to be used up. That’s why I found a special spot, a special basket for each one of those toiletry supplies. The way I see it, if those tiny toiletries are in their place, they’re much easier to find and use. Makes sense, right?
All this organizing of drawers and tower baskets and such are part of a New Year’s resolution I put into place on January 2. The resolution is as states: “In the year of our Lord, 2013, all drawers, cabinets, closets, tower baskets, attics, spare rooms, refurbished cisterns, and junk drawers will be sorted through and all contents will be either kept, tossed, or Nex-Tu-Nu’ed. No other options for contents will be offered, no matter how many times Steve says, ‘Hey, I might be able to use that one day’.”
Steve was informed of the resolution and, as yet, has not bucked me on it. This is progress in and of itself, that my authority (ha!) has not been questioned. As a matter of fact, Steve himself has sorted through several cabinets and drawers, clearing out stuff I thought would never go away. His big find has been batteries, more dead than alive, unfortunately.
Now, I’m not expecting this resolutionary project will be completed anytime soon. Twelve years of accumulated junk doesn’t go away in a day, or a week, or even a month. It’s going to take time to clean out, organize and make use of the stuff we’ve put in the “kept” pile, like those tiny tubes of toothpaste and tiny bottles of lotion. There are a lot of them.