I fill this thing up every single morning. I swear. But at any point in the day, if I come downstairs to refill my Klean Kanteen, this container will be empty. Every time. Where is all this water going?
My husband blames the kids. My kids blame Daddy. What am I to do with this?
All I know is I’m really tired of doing the heavy lifting here.
Maybe I’ll just get my own and write my name on it with a big, fat permanent marker. “This water belongs to Mama,” it will say. “If you so much as touch it, you will owe me five minutes of alone-time.”
Wait. That’s not such a bad idea.
I’ll be right back.
(All half-joking-about-first-world-problems aside, there really are kids who don’t have access to clean water. If you want to help change that, click here.)
