An occupational hazard of being a video guy is that IP is occasionally hired to produce productions outside the boundaries of our hometown. As I type, he is stuck in sunny Florida, while I’m single parenting it for the week. Not only am I the only taxi on duty, but we are adjusting to being back in school and work, plus we are in the final stages of some bedroom remodeling. (Because why wouldn’t one start bedroom remodeling in August, when we are preparing to go back to school. Sure, I’ve got tons of sanity to spare.)
IP and I dropped the mini-mes off at school on Wednesday and he jetted out-of-town.
I woke up on Thursday morning and was barreling through the morning routine solo when I was stopped dead in my tracks….. my toothbrush was MIA. Now, I a firm believer in the whole ‘Toy Story‘ phenomenon. I know that when I leave a room, my kid’s toys get up and boogie on down. But I don’t believe those characteristics apply to my hygiene products. At least I hope they don’t….
A quick scan of the counter and I realize not only is my toothbrush missing, but IP’s is still very present.
Great, he took my toothbrush to the beach and left me at home.
So I handled the situation the best way I knew how.
Not liking being the fodder for my jokes, IP fought fire with fire.
Damn, I think he wins!