One of them is that I can't stand to see a door or drawer that's not completely closed. I mean, if you're getting something out of a drawer or cabinet, go on with your bad self, but when you're done, CLOSE IT. ALL THE WAY.
Note to pre-schoolers who live in my house: This includes the refrigerator. Its drawer-closedness is the very thing that keeps those sacred cheese sticks and yogurt smoothies chilled for future consumption.
So this particular idiosyncracy is a difficult one to have when you live with four boys -- even if one of them is a "grown-up." On any given day as I pass through any room in our house, this is what I see:
In the foyer:
It may not LOOK open, but trust me, it is. And Scout knows it. He's sitting there waiting on the tiny little gnats and mosquitoes that squeeze themselves through the crack that's left when someone runs out the door, hoping it will slam shut behind them. It won't. It pops back open.
In the kitchen:
In the den:
In Nathaniel and Nicholas' room:
Therefore, I close a LOT more doors than I open. (Is that a metaphor for my life? I hope not.) Has anyone else noticed this phenomenon in their house?
