Tiny Towels
I quietly rummaged through the heap of laundry on the table, in search of a towel. I came across washcloth after washcloth after washcloth.
Seriously though — why can’t you buy multiple towels like you can washcloths?? I don’t need a 12 count pack of washcloths when I can only afford one towel at a time…
“We need a new maid,” I mumbled to myself as I tossed yet another washcloth off to the side. Just for the record — I am the maid. And occasionally I slack on the laundry. And by occasionally I mean regularly. It’s seriously a never ending chore.
After rummaging through the entire heap, and realizing all the towels must be in the dryer still — and I was not trucking back into the basement — I went to my emergency stash of towels.
Tiny towels.
I absolutely hate tiny towels. If I had it my way I wouldn’t allow anything smaller than those oversized, super fluffy, hotel quality ones… or beach towels — purely for their size, in the house. But for some reason, my giant of a husband loves tiny towels. So I try to keep them hidden so I don’t accidentally grab one before I get in the shower, and mostly use them to clean up messes — or as I said in emergencies.
Imagine my surprise when my stash is also empty. The giant must have found them. At this point I realize that I just need to go downstairs and get a towel… so I do. Only to get down there and find that our lovely maid hadn’t switched them over to dry.
😣 I just want a freaking towel so I can take my shower!!!
I quietly stomp back upstairs trying to figure what to do now. I go back into the laundry room and hope that just maybe one of the baby towels found its way back into my daughter’s laundry basket. Because somehow her stuff is always in the basket… again our maid is clearly amazing.
Sweet baby Jesus, there is not one but TWO baby towels in the basket. Which is good because I’m going to need both of them to fully dry off with.
I shower and attempt to dry myself with these oversized napkins. It’s a challenge as the first towel is immediately soaked from drying my hair alone. I get dressed as the giant comes in sleepily and says “I need a towel to shower too.” I stared at him blankly.
Part of the reason we were in this predicament was because the two towels I had laid in the bathroom closet before leaving for work, were both in the laundry hamper when I came home. I shrugged it off and figured he and little one had both had baths before bed.
“Didn’t you take a shower already?” I asked.
“No.”
“Then why were both the towels in the hamper?”
“They were on the floor.”
I closed my eyes as I started to shake my head. I was beginning to realize what had happened.
“Did Emma use the potty tonight?”
“Yeah why?”
“Did she go in the closet and pull it out herself?”
“Yeah…”
Yup. I knew it.
“She probably pulled them by accident since I just tossed them in there when she grabbed her potty.”
“So they’re still clean?”
“I’m sure they are, but they’re also now under my work clothes and two soaking wet tiny towels.”
“So… what about my towel?”
I shrugged. “Better use one of those shirts you don’t like to wear… or you know a few extra washcloths. We have tons of those.”
And then I made my second trip of the night back into the basement to put the towels in the dryer — because I was not going through this again in the morning!
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