Packing is stressful. Unpacking is a pain. Colleen likes to leave her suitcase on the floor for several weeks until I give in and do it for her. But this time after our xmas trip to DC, she unpacked most of it right away, but not quite all of her bad habits have been cured by my incessant nagging. She sill disrobes at night by dropping everything where she stands, leaving me to compare her upbringing to that of a barnyard animal.
Last night I had occasion to ask what the house would look like I wasn't here to nag and force her to unpack and put things away etc. This was the answer I kind of expected:
"Remember those three months you were in America? I lived like a monkey, flinging my shit and bras."
I laughed so hard my ribs hurt. Needless to say the suitcase is still on the floor with some monkey shit in it.
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