Yes, that one.
I was rather surprised by the interest and conviction expressed over separating your silverware vs. a more willy-nilly approach. I was quite tickled. Turns out, many of you are like me and just toss the silverware into the caddy, some are even more like me in that the majority of your cutlery can be found in the first few spots because you don't like to open the door all the way.
So glad we're friends!
Others showed obvious distress that tossing willy-nilly is even an option. Your caddy is organized and neat, like utensils grouped together ready to be easily unloaded back into the drawer.
Hope we're still friends!
In the willy-nilly camp there was relief that the dishes and silverware were even IN the dishwasher, however they are arranged. There was also concern expressed over the fate of the segregated spoons. Would they nestle together and not get cleaned? The horror! The segregated camp sang the praises of organization and time saved by grouping their silverware. Makes sense. (Did someone whisper OCD?) I think we all agreed that dishwashers (the automatic and human powered kinds) make our lives easier, no matter how we load them.
Now I have another question to pose to you, my dear bloggy friends, brace yourselves.
Do you make your bed every day? Every. Single. Day?
Even though our nightstands might be cluttered, and okay...a little dusty, and the bench at the foot of our bed is really nothing but a clutter magnet, our bed gets made each morning. On rare occasions it might not get made, those days always make me feel slovenly and out of sorts. Making the bed gives me a sniglet of peace, an assurance that in relation to other housekeeping negligence that may or may not be evident, at least I've made the bed. Small, daily victories, right?
What about you?