Instead of a will, I need to leave sticky notes everywhere on how to find things in the event of my death.
Not important things, but how to find the ketchup. Which is always behind something and can be easily found if YOU MOVE THE MILK!
The one thing I cannot stand is when the kids can’t find their shoes.
Drives me bonkers. It’s so frustrating that I make sure that we have everyone’s shoes out the night before.
And heaven help us if I forget to remind them to go get them before bed and we are searching in the morning.
I know it’s completely stupid, but having to find shoes in the morning may or may not ruin the day for me.
And I love my boys, but those two can’t find anything.
I thought they were supposed to be the “hunters.”
I am pretty sure that if I sent them into a room that had nothing in it except the item they were searching for, they’d still be unable to find it.
Our oldest is truly brilliant, but can’t find anything. I sent him off to find something, which of course he couldn’t find.
He told me he looked everywhere and asked me to help him.
I walked into the room and he was standing right in front of what was “missing.” All he had to do is look down.
I asked him if he was sure he looked everywhere?
“Yes Mom, I have looked everywhere.”
Really?
Did ya look down, because they are right by your feet.
Denver almost never knows where his lunch box is, so I had to buy back-up lunch boxes.
And apparently I am supposed to know where every tiny Lego is, at any given moment.
Sometimes it’s so crazy that Autumn will say “That’s it. I’ll go look.”
She’s able to find what’s missing every time.
Although she is better about finding her things, I have had to search for tiny Barbie shoes, missing doll gloves and tubes of lip gloss. Those items are often stuffed into tiny purses.
This inability to find things is not limited to just my boys but it also includes Eric, who on a regular basis cannot find his keys, wallet, phone or laptop.
Sometimes he can’t find his shoes, pants or belt – all of which I need to help him find.
I have lost track of the amount of times I have said “just put it back where you got it and you’ll know where your things are every time.”
I suppose it could be worse. They can at least find their way home, which is why I can never move.
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