Magic Closet Door

The boys came home Sunday night. I can tell because the living room is a disaster area of backpacks, dirty clothes, shoes, hoodies, and other boy paraphernalia. And because the fridge needs stocking badly. And because there is the bass thumping of music playing behind their bedroom door. I am happy they made it home safely from North Carolina, and I hope they settle back in quickly.

One thing puzzles me though. We did laundry, and I folded the towels and asked Drew to tuck them in the towel closet in the bathroom. It's a weird little closet with a shutter door covering an opening only about a foot wide - next to impossible for me to squeeze anything more than one arm inside. I can barely reach the edges of the three shelves, and have to find an implement to reach anything at the back of those shelves. I am not crazy about the closet, but it came with the apartment, so I make do.

After Drew grumpily loaded the clean towels on the shelf, I noticed that he hadn't shut the door, so I closed it quietly. Next time I went in the bathroom, the door stood open again, so I closed it. An hour later (I tend to have to go a lot) the darn door was open again. This was getting tiresome. I closed it and decided to keep a watch and see who the culprit was that kept on opening the door.

Despite my best efforts, that door was open every single time I went in the bathroom! Even when I knew perfectly well no one had been in there. I was beginning to think Drew had brought an imp back with him from North Carolina. Either that or the drugs I am taking are messing up my head! Since the door opens outward, I knew Sugar was not the culprit.

After a few days, I noticed that the door was staying shut! I'm not sure whether in the general confusion of getting things back where they belong the boys didn't realize that they were opening the door (yes, I asked and got the usual "it's not me" responses) or whether the door just kept flying open on its own, but whatever the reason, I am happy to be greeted by a closed closet now. Now if I could just get other stuff to take care of itself, I'd be golden!