Marissa has started a new “Towel Service.” Of course, she got this idea from her daddy, who has “Dad’s Cleaning Service.” His service involves docking the kids’ allowance for any of their junk he has to pick up from the floor, the counter…pretty much anywhere that it should not be. So, Marissa came up with the brilliant idea of starting her own service. On her own, she decided to reorganize our towel cabinet and hang out a towel for each family member. The towels, so she tells us, are to last for exactly one week. She will replace them on Sundays. And, to top it all off, she has color-coded the towels, so that she will know if anyone switches out their towel before the appointed time. Should any towel security breaches be discovered by her, she will charge each offender 50¢.
Holy cow. We have created an organizational monster. This is all Jason’s fault, and I take none of the blame since I am organizationally inept. The law in our house has spoken, and she plans on ruling the towel constituency with an iron fist.