What Goes Missing In Your House?
Maybe it’s just our house?
I’m not the tidiest person in the world, and our house is undeniably cluttered but I usually know where most of the important things are.
DH and the kids know they can come to me and ask ‘Have you seen the XYZ?’ and often I’ll be able to say ‘Oh, it’s downstairs , in the kitchen, under the pile of papers on the left-hand side of the radio.’
Of course, to do this I need to have
a/ seen the object and
b/ registered that it’s important to someone.
It helps if I actually pause and think ‘ Oh, that’s DH’s/DD’s/DS’s and s/he’ll be looking for that later.’
If the lost object looks like any of the other hundreds of pieces of paper floating around this place, or has been stuffed down the side of the sofa for some inexplicable reason known only to the child responsible, then I’m afraid my super-mummy powers won’t be able to help.
And sometimes I just wish people would actually look properly before asking me. 90% of the time, the object they are looking for will be right under their noses; they just need to pick up a few other things and look underneath them.
There are some objects that go missing on a regular basis. The TV remote controls, toenail clippers, sellotape, pens, DD2′s piano book, the dog’s lead. The repeated loss of these things really annoys me as they are things that are used regularly and they actually have a proper place. The trouble with Proper Places is that they only work if people put the object back there in the first place.
And then there are the ‘disappearances’ that are all my fault.
This morning, 8:20 rolled around and it was time to put shoes and coats on for the school run. The girls came back with their shoes on, muttering they couldn’t find their coats.
I rolled my eyes. Their coats are ALWAYS on the coat rack but perhaps they were covered by something else or were on the unreachable top rack. I snarled a bit at my USELESS children, and went to look for the coats myself. They weren’t there.
Then I remembered I had had an unexpected burst of super-mummy efficiency yesterday after school. I had noticed how filthy everyone’s coats were, so grabbed them and stuffed them in the washing machine. And I hadn’t remembered to take them out.
So I had to rush around and find everyone’s coat from last year; luckily the bags hadn’t gone to the charity shop yet. No one is going to freeze to death today, and the wet coats will be dry by tomorrow; it’s all good.
Being a Mum is hard work sometimes. Especially when you have to come up with solutions for the problems you cause, as well as everyone else’s.