15 y.o.: Mom, where’s my “To Kill A Mockingbird Book?”
Me: In your bag
15 y.o.: No, it isn’t
Me: Well the last time I saw it, it was halfway under the sofa because it fell out of your book bag that you dropped in the middle of the living room floor for everyone to trip over.
15 y.o.: I can’t find it
Me: Well, I would move the sofa out. Your sister hung up your book bag for me and I told her to put your book in it.
No Luck…. I didn’t tell her I have a copy of it in the bookshelf in the basement.
I can’t get mad at her messiness, because I know I was the exact same way. But it seems like every day I am playing Sherlock Holmes, looking for school books, homework, socks, and toys.
Toys. Toys I don’t even remember them having and certainly didn’t play with 🙂 Toys they try to describe to me and I do not understand. I know for a fact 2 of the three have brand new school clothes floating around this house somewhere, still with the tags on and never worn! Because I ask them where it is and they don’t know.
What I should do is find the stuff myself and wrap it up as Christmas gifts 🙂
When did I become so old? LOL
I completely understand why my Dad went through my bedroom every month while I was growing up, with a garbage bag, and threw out everything on the floor. The only difference between he and I though, is that he would never replace something he threw away because of my messiness. (Yes, I have thrown stuff out, only to buy it again, and I am fully ashamed to say that!)
Nothing in the world is truer than this!
As I complain (sarcastically) I am very lucky to have 3 awesome girls still at home (4 awesome girls, one being a Junior in college). They do very well when asked to do something for me, but I swear to goodness I will never, ever know how after a pair of socks are worn once, its mate is never-to-be-seen again!
Do you have any special tricks to get your kids to be organized?