Sometimes I wonder where my brain went.
I have to keep in mind, though, that the five things that I usually have to think about at once have doubled since the time we moved to AL.
Still.....my memory has never been so decrepit.
Yesterday evening, we were invited over to a friend's house for dinner. I decided I better pick out the boys' clothes because Lord knows they would end up wearing three-day-old jeans with a hole in the knee and a shirt with yesterday's spaghetti sauce on it if I let them pick out their own clothes.
Someone has to make sure these kids look presentable.
I go into Grumpy and Sleepy's bedroom to get a particular pair of pants from the shelf in their room for Sleepy to wear.
They weren't there.
I knew they had been. I specifically remembered that. But, for the life of me, I couldn't find them anywhere on the shelf.
I called the boys and said, "Where are the black pants with the red stripe going down the side?"
Now, to understand the situation fully, you must grasp the fact that there are a ton of clothes and they have absolutely no idea what I am talking about. But, mom is mad about the whole thing and she is going to make them understand this.
Because SOMEBODY took those pants off the shelf and I want to know WHO!
Well, time was getting away and I had to put some other pants on the kid before we rushed out the door.
Later, after having a good time and coming home pleasantly tired, I went into my room to ready for bed.
There, on my bed, as plain as day, were Sleepy's pants that I had been looking for.
I had taken them off the shelf myself earlier that day in hopes of preparing for the evening.
After this story, my kids will definitely think their mother is off her rocker.
I have to keep in mind, though, that the five things that I usually have to think about at once have doubled since the time we moved to AL.
Still.....my memory has never been so decrepit.
Yesterday evening, we were invited over to a friend's house for dinner. I decided I better pick out the boys' clothes because Lord knows they would end up wearing three-day-old jeans with a hole in the knee and a shirt with yesterday's spaghetti sauce on it if I let them pick out their own clothes.
Someone has to make sure these kids look presentable.
I go into Grumpy and Sleepy's bedroom to get a particular pair of pants from the shelf in their room for Sleepy to wear.
They weren't there.
I knew they had been. I specifically remembered that. But, for the life of me, I couldn't find them anywhere on the shelf.
I called the boys and said, "Where are the black pants with the red stripe going down the side?"
Now, to understand the situation fully, you must grasp the fact that there are a ton of clothes and they have absolutely no idea what I am talking about. But, mom is mad about the whole thing and she is going to make them understand this.
Because SOMEBODY took those pants off the shelf and I want to know WHO!
Well, time was getting away and I had to put some other pants on the kid before we rushed out the door.
Later, after having a good time and coming home pleasantly tired, I went into my room to ready for bed.
There, on my bed, as plain as day, were Sleepy's pants that I had been looking for.
I had taken them off the shelf myself earlier that day in hopes of preparing for the evening.
After this story, my kids will definitely think their mother is off her rocker.
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