= good children.
As promised, we will be discussing the inability of anyone who lives here (besides me) to carry anything up the steps. I guess it's not so much the inability as it is the insistence by them that they were unaware of the need for anything to go upstairs.
"How so" you may ask? Let me give you a for instance. I will use the boy (15) as my example, but girl (13) or husband (44) would work as well (please note that ages are given to show that these people are all old enough to know better). Picture, if you will, a pile of boy child's sweatshirts on the first step (at the bottom). Boy walks by shirts, up steps, down hallway and into his room.
Me: (yelling up from downstairs) "Boy! Why didn't you take your shirts with you?"
Boy: (coming back towards me part of the way) "What shirts?"
Me: "The pile of shirts you had to practically climb over to go up the steps."
Boy: "Oh, those." (suddenly remembering he may have seen something shirt-like in passing)
Now, my favorite part...
Boy: "I didn't know you wanted those to go upstairs."
Me: standing there refusing to answer.
Boy: "What?" (accompanied by look of confusion)
Me: "Really? You didn't know I wanted them to go upstairs? That's your answer?"
Me: "Why else would they be there except to go upstairs? Is there a scenario you can think of where I would go in your room, get a pile of shirts, bring them most of the way downstairs, leave them on the step and then just go on with my day?"
Boy: "I don't know. So, should I come get them?"
I usually walk away at that point and hear child come get shirts, grumbling, as if 'I' am the problem. And like I said, it could be his sister or father I am having this conversation with. Obviously, it's more annoying when it's with my husband. He thinks he's being cute and funny when he says it, hoping to distract me with his charm. THIS IS WHY I NEED A WHISTLE.
|Notice upside down dead|
fish. This is what
my daughter's friend's fish
looked like before the end of
day one. Bahahaha!
Don't feel too badly for her and her lack of fish. When she was 9 she really wanted a turtle. We got a turtle and all kazillion dollars worth of turtle crap. We ended up giving it away. All the kids had to do was change the water and give the turtle lettuce every day. That was too taxing, especially once it was discovered that the turtle wasn't actually any fun. Do we really need to play the same game with the fish?
I am currently operating on a trade-out program here. I can only keep four things alive at a time. Right now, that is our family of four. If we get a pet, someone's gotta go. And, as tempting as that is some days, I would feel bad to bring home a pet and then leave everyone (you didn't think I was going to stay and take care of the pet did you).