It's a common problem in our family. No, I'm not talking about losing the desire to spew forth sound. That, I'm afraid, will never be a problem in this household. What I'm talking about is losing things. It seems as though not an hour has past since Christmas that one of my kids wasn't inquiring about a misplaced toy or desperately needed part to a toy that without this thing-a-ma-jig, the toy would not work. How am I supposed to know? I reply. They can't seem to understand that even though I do have eyes in the back of my head, they aren't used for watching toys as they pick themselves up and hide under the bed. No, those eyes are only used for watching out for children who misbehave.
My husband also seems to think that I know the whereabouts of his misplaced belongings. Yes, I'm the primary housecleaner and if I find it, I try to put it in a place that I'm sure to remember when my husband comes looking for it. Important papers are filed for future reference. But my husband has a hard time with my filing system. Is Sam Jones's contract under "S" for Sam, "J" for Jones or "C" for contracts? he asks. Or is it in File 13? He asks me that one every time because I have been known to throw important, dust covered items in the trash. It seems as though his "prized belongings" that have been sitting on the microve for six months are useless to him until they are discarded.
Now that it's time for the kids to return to school, I've decided that the only way we are going to recover all of the missing toys is to clean their rooms. We started this morning, and to my surprise the kids were actually enthused about cleaning and the more toys, parts, and money they found, the more excited they
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