My wonderful husband is very much like my lovely kids with regards to considering me the general lost and found at the house. "Sweetie" Wheres my pants, underwear, shaving kit, socks boots...etc?? My general response to him is close to the same...Darling, I didn't wear your pants, or your underwear, or your socks.
They must have a switch implanted in there bodies somewhere that they have to turn on, but don't turn on until after breakfast. This elusive switch must enable them to be responsible for there grooming habits and there ability to find there own things. Yes, I know that if every thing had a home things would be easier to find. How am I the one who gets this job of finding homes for there misplaced items? I DON'T USE THE STUFF!!
Yes, I know I am the mother, so the job description states that I am in charge of all domestic work, but this clearly isn't a monarchy like I so often thought. I am not the queen, I have been overthrown by a small group of revolting rebels, led by a uber deadly, highly tactical meglomaniac....my two year old son. He looks sweet and innocent, but behind those dimples and chubby cheeks is a Diabolical mastermind bent on total household domination. He has this super power that even works on men of steel....cuteness.
I'm not worried though. Time is on my side! He will grow out of this stage. I will be waiting for the day he does. He will rue the day he dethroned me! On that wonderful day, when his cuteness has no power over me, I will give him a chore. He will be the one responsible for finding the lost shoes, book-bags, pants, underwear (well maybe not that).
Until that day, I'm bidding my time.
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