Growing up, my brother and I could never figure out why our dad was so obsessed with us putting our shoes away in the closet instead of leaving them by the door. He also seemed similarly obsessed with us turning off the lights when we left one room and moved to another.
This morning, I picked up my children’s clothes on the floor and put them in the hamper. I turned off the lights they left on and thought about the Pepco bill I have to pay this month. I hung up the wet towel one of them left on the carpet. I washed their cereal dishes and put the cereal box away. I tripped over their sneakers as I left for work.
Now I finally understand where my father was coming from.