Question of the day

When did my house become such a wreck?

I have three children, one husband, and two dogs. None of them are particularly good at picking up after themselves. Just how many Yu-gi-oh cards do my sons have? There appears to be several hundred under my sofa.

Before I got married, I was a neat freak. I had a place for everything and everything in it's place. Now, I am still a neat freak with no idea where half our stuff is. But I am the one that should know.

Typical conversation at my house:

MOM!

PLEASE DON'T YELL AT ME! COME IN HERE AND ASK ME WHAT YOU WANT TO KNOW!

MOM!

DO YOU HEAR ME?!? COME IN HERE AND ASK ME!

MOM, COULD YOU COME HERE PLEASE?

COME IN HERE AND ASK ME! I AM (insert any of the following: FOLDING THE LAUNDRY, TRYING TO COOK DINNER, CLEANING THE TOILET AGAIN, WASHING THE DOG, TRYING TO DO MY JOB, TRYING TO FIGURE OUT MY NEW BLOG) SO COME IN HERE.

MOM, WHERE ARE MY SHOES?

COME IN HERE!

Child finally comes into whatever room I am in....

Mom.

Yes.

Mom.

I said yes.

Oh, where are my shoes?

Aren't they in your cubby in you closet?

No.

Why not?

I don't know.

Well, if you would put them in your shoe cubby you would know where they are.

Can you help me find them?

Why can't you find them?

I don't know where they are.

Hence the need to go look for them.

But Dad said I can't go with him if I don't get my shoes on.

Then go look for them.

But I don't know where they are.

Go look for them.

Won't you help me?

No, you should know where your shoes are. You have a cubby.

But I forgot to put them in my cubby.

I know, so go look for them.

But I need help. Dad is ready to go.

If you had just started looking for them instead of begging me to help you, you would of found them by now.

But I don't know where they are.

Ugh, where did you take them off?

I don't know.

Go look by the sofa.

They're not there.

How do you know?

I just do.

Let's go look. See, you left them by the sofa.

Oh, I forgot.


I spend about 15 minutes a day really questioning my sanity.