I have a bad habit of washing our towels regularly. That isn’t a bad habit in and upon itself, but the bad part is that I forget to replace them.
This morning I had to be at work at 6:30, meaning I was showering at 5:30. I blearily went through the routine – up, expensive eye cream on my tired eyes, pee, post pee weight, brush teeth and then shower. When I got out of the shower, I realized I had no towels in the bathroom – nothing. Not any hand towels or even a face cloth.
I stood dripping there wondering about this. The linen closet was right beside where Emile was still sleeping – because normal people don’t get up before 6. I didn’t want to wake him because the only thing worse than a tired Susan is a tired Susan and Emile.
I carefully walked into the kitchen to get a clean dish cloth to dry my face (and wipe up the now wet floor). What is big enough for the body? Sheets? Same linen closet as the towels. My bed? No, bad idea.
February 8th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: After drying myself with sweatpants, I found that they easily wound around my head to dry my hair.