Closed for Business, The End of Dirty Mondays

For a few months, Dirty Mondays "the establishment" hasn't seen much action. Gabriel, "the owner" has moved onto other activities.  However, he assured me he was not ready to give it away.  I inquired on several occassions.

I rearranged a few items in our kitchen (see blog entitled "Dirty Mondays") and as a result "the establishment" was to be relocated to the playroom.  However, the husband, "the father", relocated "the establishment" to the garage.

"The owner" asked several times regarding the whereabouts of "the establishment", wanting confirmation "the establishment" was indeed still in our possession. He confirmed on multiple occassions he would like "the establishment" relocated to the playroom.   I mentioned this several times to "the father".  He did not seem phased or at all interested. 

I tried to move "the establishment" to the playroom.  This proved to be challenging due to our stairs (and the fact that "the establishment" stands nearly as tall as me).  Obviously, a large plastic kitchen that lasts 7 years is a pretty serious piece of plastic. As a result, "the establishment" stayed in the garage.  "The owner", must have noticed it more and more as he stopped inquiring regarding its whereabouts.  "The father" became even less interested in hearing about the relocation procedure needed for "the establishment".

I know what you are thinking.  "The owner" didn't notice it anymore than he had previously.  He just outgrew it.

I know what you are thinking, "the owner" is almost 10 years old.  Double digits.  

I know what you are thinking.  My ill fated attempt to move "the establishment" was a last ditch effort to hold onto my little boy.

I know what you are thinking.  "The father" was not at all interested in the relocation because he was aware "the establishment" would not be relocating, but would be closing.

I know what you are thinking.  The tears running down my face are pathetic.

Dirty Mondays is gone.  There will be no more birthday hats, even when it's not your birthday. 

Dirty Mondays is gone. There will be no more cheap meals, but expensive desserts. 

Dirty Mondays is gone.  There will be no more pizza girl. 

Dirty Mondays is gone.  The tears streaming down my face are full of memories.