Don't Ask, Don't Tell

I'm feeling particularly strong today. I'd like to get some answers to the questions I am usually too afraid to ask.

-Why is Eric's nametag in the drawer with the measuring spoons?

-Why is Eric's watch in the cupboard with the cereal?

-Why does it take longer to get ready to go on errands than doing the errands themselves?

-Why is Sam naked from the waist down?

-How can I convince Eric there is no point in mopping the entry way floor until May?

-Why are there thirty little animals lined up, facing the wall in our guest bathroom?

-Who taught Sam how to use drawers as stairs to climb up onto the counter?

-Why does Matilda spit up on my bed three times a week and her bed is always clean?

-How is it possible that no matter if I do one load of laundry or four loads of laundry, I still always have one more to do?

-Why does Sam insist on keeping his dolls completely naked?

-Why am I always caught off guard when my family expects dinner, even though it happens at the same time every day?

-How is it possible for Sam to only lose one mitten out of every pair he owns?

-Why do I put the same bowl through the dishwasher again and again, hoping that THIS will be the time those little specks of food come off?

-Why did I JUST turn around to find Sam lounging on the guest room bed, eating sliced pepperoni out of a bag?

Ugh...I'm starting to feel exhausted again. I may as well accept it. Ignorance IS bliss.