We all know the adage that the washing machine eats socks, which is why they never come out in pairs. I long ago gave up trying to match them, just buying plain black socks for the boys and hoping they kind of match. Marie gets to feel in fashion because all of her socks are multi-colored with frogs, kisses, stripes and cats. If she can get one stripe from one sock to match the color on the cat, then she has found a fashionable match!
My concern is our silverware. When we first had kids, we started out with a full Faber ware set. As we saw pieces disappear one by one, we had to replace the set several times. (We now have 72 knives and six spoons left.) We do not know where the silverware goes. As far as we are concerned, we eat with it, put it in the sink, in the dishwasher to be washed and then back in the silverware drawer. It is not rocket science. It IS, however, way too complicated of a system to work in our house. For some reason, our silverware disappears! One would assume that the washing machine/sock theory would work for the dishwasher and disappearing silverware, but, alas, that is not the answer.
Theory #1 is that ours is the “HOUSE OF THE DISAPPEARING SILVERWARE”, oooooooooh! We sometimes stay awake at night imagining the silverware whisking away into thin air with a whoooosh here and a whooosh there, kind of like witchcraft. (In the interest of full disclosure, my husband is not bothered by this and he sleeps soundly…) In the morning, half of the forks are gone!
Theory #2 is that, somehow, the children are involved. Maybe they take a paper plate of left overs to their bedrooms and the silverware gets thrown away with the disposable dish. I shudder to think of this dirty, tragic end to our fine and selfless silverware. They died in the line of duty, never again seeing the light of day…
Whatever the reason, and whatever the consequences we have put upon our children for not taking care of the silverware, it continues to vanish for no apparent reason. Long ago we gave up our concept that the ideal home has good silverware with which to feed our perfect little family. Currently, spoons and forks from the Dollar Store fill our silverware drawer. The frustration of having to constantly replace good silverware is gone. With that stress no longer on my shoulders, the result is a cheaper, flimsier fork. Eating steak, which would potentially bend our new utensils, it out of the question. It doesn’t matter anyway…hamburger is about all we can afford. We are so lucky that our budget matches our utensil selection! Our hospitality skills are also hampered by the antics of our kiddos, so we are also lucky that no one in their right mind would come to our house for dinner, thus sampling our pittance silverware. Isn’t it great how life does have a way of turning out perfectly? We are so lucky!
Link to my book
Link to the Readers Digest review of my book: http://www.rd.com/recommends/what-to-read-after-a-hurricane/