Ah, yes, I remember it well. The days when my kids were little and my home was immaculate. I could control who was doing what when and we weren't as busy then as we are now.
We had kids who played with toys and put them away when they were done with them. The entire house was picked up at 7:00 p.m. every evening and everybody helped. Then it stayed clean as the kids went to bed shortly thereafter and dear hubby and I collapsed on the couch with a good book or a good t.v. show or some good conversation and called it a day.
Clutter was kept to a minimum and the living was easy. Now we have people who leave things out, and amazingly those things do not grow feet and put themselves away. Bummer......
........like cell phones and "wedding books" (which is what my pastor hubby calls the notes that he uses when he performs a marriage ceremony). He sticks it in his Bible and then has them on hand when he does the ceremony. And yes, I am glad that this is all that he left out. Two things. I can live with that!
Yeah, here's the culprit right now. My sweet hubby. Well, I can't really blame him because we all have to put our cell phones somewhere, I guess.
I did a post awhile ago (you can find it here) about my son's habit of leaving his shoes out. Yes, these all belong to one person. You have the work shoes, and the shoe-shoes, and the flip flops. And this is a good day. He only left out four pairs.
What are "shoe-shoes?" That's what my son calls his everyday shoes that he wears with jeans when he's not dressed for work and not wearing flip flops. Don't you have shoe-shoes? I do!
I still think my son has more feet than he's ever told me about. Maybe he hides them and only brings them out when he leaves home. I dunno. Why else would he leave so many shoes out?
Hmmm? Perhaps he wears them all at the same time in some crazy new fashion they've got going. Perhaps they are like his security blanket. Perhaps his arms are broken and he can't put them all away. But if that's the case, how come he can still drive?
Here is a picture of him now. I apologize for not showing his feet, but at the time I figured you'd rather see his face. But he's got two of them there, I counted.
See he's smiling because he's guilty. He is thinking about how many pairs of shoes he can possibly leave out to trip me up, or maybe even his grandmother who lives with us. After all, she doesn't take a trip very often.
Now this is impressive. There are five jackets here. Count them. Five (one is hiding beneath the other). Five hoodies or jackets with a total of ten sleeves.
All for this kid. Who, as you can see, only has two arms. See? One. Two. Two arms only need two sleeves, but for some reason this kid needs ten sleeves.
After all, you never know when you might turn into a teenage mutant with ten arms and one head who suddenly feels cold and needs a warm jacket. This way you always have one on hand and pretty much guarantees that noone else can hang their jacket there.
Jackets get lonely, you know. They can't stand being by themselves so they need lots of "friends" around.
Then there's this person. Hmmmmm. Somebody went to Walmart and bought some stuff and someone took their jacket along, because you never know when you might need a jacket in August.
Then that person just dropped her jacket, purse, and bag on the couch when she came home.
And there she is. Yup. The guilty party. See, I caught her in the act! Notice how she doesn't even have the nerve to look me in the eye? Guilt ridden she is. Oh, and she is so little she doesn't wear a purse. The purse wears her.
O.k., I confess. It was me! Apparently my purse has no home, followed by my coat and whatever I bought in that bag! It's much easier to drop everything than to put it away, lol!
(Lest, I need to say this is all done for entertainment and fun and my family all know I was poking fun at them on my blog,) I am also blogging over at the Five Moms' blog today if you want to pop over there!