A Labor of Love

A blog begun for Bekah, but hopefully continued for a myriad of devoted readers?  Maybe not so much, but perhaps a for a few?

This morning, while preparing Ryan's oatmeal, I discovered the latest "reorganization effort" in the house of his constantly rearranging parents.  Today it is silverware.  For the year that I have worked in this house the silverware has rested peacefully in its little silverware separator tray in the following order: small forks, big forks, small spoons, big spoons, knives.  Not an especially ambitious or innovative arrangement, but it seemed to work fine to me.  So imagine my surprise this morning as I reached into the drawer, in search of a spoon for the stirring of the oatmeal, when I extracted a large fork instead.  A new order has been mandated in the silverware drawer!  Big forks, small forks, small spoons, big spoons, knives.  For whatever reason, it has been demeaned that this is the new improved, and more user friendly way to arrange silverware, but I can guarantee that I will be pulling forks when I want spoons for at least the next three days.  At least they keep me on my toes!