When I was pregnant with our first child, a friend of mine who has five of her own children, came over for a visit. She complimented the votives and decorating accents dotted around our humble home, and then commented that after the baby was born we wouldn't be able to have nice things. She then told a humorous story of how she once had owned a very nice pair of kitchen shears. One day when she needed them they could not be found anywhere. When she asked each of her five children where they were, not one could recall having ever seen them. Months went by and one day, out in her yard after the last snow of winter had melted, my friend saw her kitchen shears in the soggy green. She told me that this was how my life would be after the baby was born.
I, of course, in all my new mommy wisdom (ahem- naivety) assured her that this would not be happening in our household. I would, like a perfect housekeeper/mother, keep track of all of our belongings and no way would my child ever use something incorrectly or play with things I asked her not to.
Today, with a two year-old "helper" in the house, I cannot find:
1. my car keys
2. any of our flashlights
3. the cover to my ipod
4. half of my pairs of earrings
5. the TV remotes
6. my cell phone
7. the remote to our Mac
8. 3/4 the contents of my purse
9. the pack of batteries I just bought
10. and my chap stick
But, I know where my kitchen shears are. So I was totally right. Right?
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