When I wander through my house and see the amount of stuff that’s mixed in with my stuff, or find my stuff moved to parts of the house where it should not be, I get a li’l hot under the collar.
What is it with kids who think if it belongs to Mom then it’s fair game? And why do kids believe that your designated “mom” areas are they’re areas to store their stuff?
We have a five-bedroom home. There’s plenty of freaking room for their stuff!
I walked into my upstairs office this morning and took a gander at all the shit on the floor that was NOT mine.
A pair of jeans
A bouncy seat
The toy gizmo that hangs over the bouncy seat
A folder full of graded papers.
Oh, but it doesn’t stop there. My desktop has someone else’s crap all over it too.
Used tissues (eew!)
A baby monitor
Dry erase pen from the refrigerator
One Silly Band in the shape of a castle
And what irks me to no end is that I have stuff that I use for my writing and everyone else thinks it’s there for their use too.
If I buy a pack of nice pens, they’ll vanish faster than a chocolate fudge cake at a Weight Watchers convention. It never fails!
I just opened a pack of Sticky Notes designed for editing and for marking places in journals and notebooks. What do I find when I sit down at my desk? Notes scribbled on them by my youngest dau who thought she’d be cute.
I just purchased a pack of Sharpie Ultra Fine Markers to use for my notes and editing. One day I sat here and noticed half of them are gone and the pink one, although missing, has no cap on it. The cap is lying on my desktop!
Bought a four-pack of highlighters. Two have vanished.
I’m sorry, but messing with my stuff or putting stuff in my domain that is NOT mine pisses me off to no end!
So, I walk in my bedroom and there are baby clothes on the floor. I found Christmas ribbon that was never put away (belongs in the upstairs closet) when someone wrapped gifts in my room.
If I want to find something, all I have to do is go to one of my kids’ rooms and ask them what they did with such and such. It usually materializes out of their stuff. But it’s not their stuff. It’s my stuff!
And do I scream and bitch at them about this stuff issue? HELL YEAH!
But it does no good. What the heck do I have to do to get others to respect my belongings, my room and my office???
Ask me to borrow something, but don’t just take it and not return it. I don’t go into my daughters’ make-up cases and help myself nor do I take one of my son’s Hot Wheels so I can play with it while I wait at the doctor’s office.
If I could hotwire my desk, books and belongings, I would. Touch it and ZAP! Then again if I did that, it would sound like I had a bug zapper upstairs!
The only thing they do not bother is my new laptop. It is the Holy Grail. Touch it and there will be body parts all over the house. Period.
Surely I’m not the only parent who has this problem with stuff?