Wednesday, September 13, 2006

What's mine is, well...everyone's!!!


I have a desk at home (currently snowed under) that has MY stuff on it. You know, you office supply addicts, what I'm talking about. My own stapler, staple remover, tape, pens, highlighters, pencils, etc. I LOVE my desk.
And the chickens know that what is taken from Mama's desk goes BACK to Mama's desk. But since they get home before I do...this rule seems to have gone the way of the wind. *sigh*
I have found my poor woebegone pencil sharpener hiding atop the freezer waiting for me to rescue it. I have seen my stapler peeking out from papers on the FLOOR!!!
Me? Not so pleased.

It seems that when you procreate...little pieces of you are snatched away to be used in your child's make-up. (I believe I've given away pieces of sanity, too. But that's another post.)
What's theirs is theirs. What's MINE is theirs. See where I'm going with this?

Case in point.
I bought everyone new socks. At least six pair of said new socks. I finally broke down and bought myself some, too. SIX PAIR. A week or two after everyone else's purchases.
My socks are nice. They feel like nylons on my poor tootsies. And they're colorful. Double bonus.
Three days ago, my middle girl is rooting around in the dryer looking for socks. Me=*eye roll*
"Child! What do you need?"
"I can't find any socks." (insert needy voice)
*sigh* "Look in my top drawer. And take ONE pair out."
(Dryer slams) Chicken hurries to my drawer before I change my mind.

Two days sock of each color is on top of the coffee table in the living room. FILTHY!!!
*gasp* *wheeze*
I hadn't even worn them yet!
So I have a snit fit. Warn her that she will never lay hands on my socks again. All that good stuff. Lo and behold...when I finally get my socks back...I don't have the aforementioned six pair. I have six socks. In six different colors. I'm wearing one red and one green right now. Think nothing of it.


Tori Lennox said...

It's a good thing I don't have kids. I don't share well. *g*

And where have you been??? Seems like eons since you've been around!

Rene said...

Darn kids, I get so frusterated by them. I'm always finding my stuff where it shouldn't be. And being an only child, I don't share well either so I tend to blow up. The monsters just look at me as if I'm a side show freak and continue their insidious torture.

Amy said...

I sooo feel your pain. Mine aren't big enough to wear my socks yet. I think I'll buy girl colors...that should save me around here.

(That giving sanity away thing sounds a little familiar too...)