I once had ambitions just like Richard the III and dreamed of my own matriarchal kingdom. It would be a shiny beacon that would make Martha Stewart envious of my organizational skills. In the past week I have washed, scrubbed toilets, and de-cluttered almost all of the closets. It was only within moments my homes squeaky clean appearance was tarnished… 
The aftermath of my madness was questionable, but what lead to this madness? Was it that I gave Mr. MBA too much free rein last night when he did the laundry? Or was it giving the kids too much freedom in their room not policing where they put their toys and laundry? I’m unsure where or when my madness occurred but when it did everyone took cover!
I awoke this morning groggy, getting breakfast ready, packing lunches, listening to the sound of my coffee brewing in the tassimo (my one trusted friend ) it was when my little man yelled, “Mom where are my socks?”
“Your Dad put them away last night they should be in your top drawer.”
“They’re not!”
My second son, “Mine are not either!”
My husband came trudging down the stairs in his wrinkled dress pants and shirt. I gave him the once over “Did you stuff the dryer full?”
“Yes!”
“Why would you do that everything is going to be wrinkled!”
“Don’t worry I’ll fix it.”
He went downstairs and put his wrinkled clothes in the empty dryer. I thought to myself not a word just I just need my coffee.
“Mom! I still don’t have any socks!”
I wandered upstairs and looked at his room. My ears began to turn red “Where is your floor? What have you done? I just cleaned this yesterday!”
He gave me his sweet eyes, “I don’t know!”
I went back to the kitchen to discover the dog in the garbage. It was everywhere the remnants of last nights spaghetti sauce. I was biting my tongue, keeping my cool, the dog gave me the look, and took cover in her crate.
Mr. MBA reappeared smoothed out and ready to face his day! “Did you put away the kids clothes last night?”
“Yup!”
“That’s funny I can’t find their socks. I’ll go look in the laundry room.”
As I hit the bottom of the basement steps, and entered the family room. I looked and discovered a pile of clean socks in the centre of the floor.
“Mr. MBA could you come here!”
I heard the foot steps slowly come down the stairs. “Yes!”
“What’s this?”
“It’s the kids socks.”
“Why are they in the middle of the floor?”
“I thought they could just match as they go!”
“You thought? You thought? You thought they could match and go?”
“Is that what your mother did?”
“Well no!”
“So do you think I want to look at a pile of socks every time I watch TV?”
Mr. MBA slinked up the stairs “I think I better go now.”
All of my Better Home and Garden dreams thwarted with a blink of an eye. I felt dizzy with the onset of madness and all I could do was declare “A Mop! A Mop! A Cleaning Lady for a Mop!”
Have you ever been driven to madness?
