Many of you know the story of the
Tortoise and the Hare, but today I will tell you about the
Tyler and the Hair. See, Tyler is a brave man, who has given over his life to four women (granted, three of them are small right now). He doesn't mind that the house is scattered in pink, that the toilet seat is always down, and that we have the
Barbie movie instead of
Cars. He is probably the most patient man I know, as we slowly take over everything in the house. For instance, the hair drawer: the most dreaded place for a man to venture. "All I want is a comb!" he yells, wading through hair clips, ties, and bobby pins. I must admit that I only get the hair drawer cleaned out every six months or so (usually when I can't stand it anymore, and that is saying a lot). Hair ties seem to multiply on their own, and oddly Grandma keeps buying more hair stuff although we obviously must have a life-time supply by now. I think I may start throwing hair ties away as I take them out of the girls' hair. It might be easier to buy more than to clean out the drawer. I unfortunately did not take a BEFORE shot, but try to imagine everything in these bags strewn throughout the drawer.
I know, now you are staring in wonder at all the hair stuff I have (unless of course, you have girls and then you may have a better collection than I do). So our story goes that Tyler is the most patient man. He never complains that he can't find what he needs under the mound of girly items. He sifts through the wreckage until he finds a brush, or scours the house for where Mom was doing hair last and left the brush. And then he places said brush back into the carnage, hoping he will find it again tomorrow. What a brave man. And so, this drawer is for you.
I can't promise it will stay this way (you know us all too well), but for a few weeks, you should be able to find your deodorant. And next week, I will tackle the ribbon drawer. Then again, maybe I will just shave everyone's head next week and throw everything away. It really is tempting...
I have the opposite problem with hair ties-mine seem to disappear! I wish I could blame someone, but I live alone...
ReplyDeleteQuite impressive! The finished product should bring many days of organized bliss for all! Can you call me and inspire me to tackle a project or two? The only thing I have felt like doing for the last couple of days is bake!
ReplyDeleteHmmm, Deanne-- how bout you bring over some baked goods and then I will tackle a project for you...
ReplyDeleteYou don't make him reach into your purse for stuff, do you? *shudddder*
ReplyDeleteI, unfortunately, cannot relate to this at all. No ribbons, no hair ties, no cute barrets (I don't think I can even spell that one). In fact, my niece was over here the other day and I wanted to doll her up (because I need a girl!) and the project fell flat when I had not one thing to put on her or in her hair. I better come over to your house next time :)
ReplyDeletePS, it was good to see you yesterday
I am indeed the bravest man alive. It is something I'm rather proud of, but don't make a big deal of. Just this morning I had to dress in the dark...and I had to reach my hand into the drawer *gasp*. All the creepy, crawly hair ties were upon me as I routed around for the brush! I emerged victorious, but I must admit I stunk like a hog as I did not "brave" the drawer for the deodorant.
ReplyDeleteLOL-- No I am ROFLOL! That is funny. Poor Steve-o can relate to the stallion. It dosent get better TYler-their hairs grow and the stuff just gets bigger....hence curling irons, flat irons, hairdryers, curlers, makeup----oh and the girlie things---I bet you just cant wait.
ReplyDeleteI second the whole hair bands multiplying thing. Andy finds our daughter's black ouchless hair bands EVERYWHERE -- the floor, the yard, the garage, the car, even in his office at work where there are no girls. He shakes his head in utter confusion.
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