It all started while I was making dinner tonight. The jumbalaya bubbled away on the stove and Bridoodle sat happily in her high chair with a piece of cheese for an appetizer. So I started unloading the dishwasher. Bri giggled at me while I sang EIEI-Ohhh at the top of my lungs. I put away the top layer of the dishes and checked the window to see if Hubs had arrived home yet. The kitchen filled with the spiciness of Cajun cooking. We were happy.
Then out of nowhere, a huge manly sneeze welled up inside of me. My eyes widened and I took two steps away from the stove. I spun around, involuntarily closed my eyes, and let out the gigantic sneeze. When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was standing over the silverware drawer. I had just finished unloading all of the clean silverware into the drawer!
Allow the horror of the moment to sink in and then answer this poll question. What should I do next?
Update: Hubster wanted to make sure that you knew that he cleaned out the whole drawer thoroughly. He hand washed the silverware that we needed for dinner and loaded the rest up in the dishwasher. He even washed the tray that organizes everything! He’s my hero.