So I found the boxes yesterday that contained the items from our previous bathrooms. We had two bathrooms in the other house, a master, and the one the kids shared. Obviously, we kept toilet paper in both places, and I always tried to have a spare package or two in the garage. I don’t shop in bulk, technically, but toilet paper is one thing I do NOT like to discover I am out of, once it is too late, if you get my drift.
And do you know what I discovered in those boxes? Once I was finished emptying the contents of the boxes onto my bed? Sixty-eight rolls of toilet paper --- SIXTY-EIGHT!
What the crap was I thinking? (no pun intended) That Mr. Whipple was going on strike? That the entire free world would run out of toilet paper? That I might need to TP the houses of every single person in the state of Indiana??????
I can’t find my electric knife, the curtains for my kitchen, or Brayden’s right Sunday shoe. But by golly, we can wipe with confidence.
The only thing more shocking is remembering that the packers didn’t leave us one darn roll when they packed up.