The Case of the Missing Scissors
I just found scissors in the washing machine. The very same scissors that the kids lost weeks ago and "I refuse to buy you new ones because I'm tired of you not taking care of your things." Glue sticks, pencil sharpeners...these are the things that we have a million of, yet we never seem to be able to find them.
There is an art cabinet (Yes, I'm THAT organized, can you believe it? Yes I know!) right next to our kitchen table. It is FULL of art supplies Just don't open the door too quickly.
Yet, the 10-pack of glue sticks I recently bought has mysteriously vanished. My son had to attach his word study words into his notebook the other day with ticky-tack because there was no glue to be found. OK, let me amend that. Glue STICKS. Because there is an overage of actual school glue, however my children are disasters with the stuff. Complete and utter disasters. Like, "go take a bath because you are covered in glue" disasters. I sharpened a pencil with a knife the other day, a la Laura Ingalls Wilder, because I couldn't find a pencil sharpener. It created an awkward, misshapen, hot mess of a pencil that no one would use. They decided to use a pencil nub they found, and SHARE IT.
Maybe I'm onto something.
Back to the scissors. We couldn't find any the other day, so I taught my daughter my old school trick of folding a piece of paper, then licking the crease to create an easy, clean tear. She thought I was crazy. Licking a piece of paper. Really?? This is the same little girl who licked the tire of the car one day, just to see what it tasted like.
And I'M the crazy one.
So the scissors were found in the rubber sealing around the door of the washer. They have been there for weeks. Literally. I really should check that thing more often, because I also found mates to all my son's missing socks. And a pair of my underwear. And some money and wadded up tissues, which can't be good for the washing machine.
Those scissors are back in their rightful place in the awesome art cabinet. Ah, organization.
Just don't open the door too quickly.
There is an art cabinet (Yes, I'm THAT organized, can you believe it? Yes I know!) right next to our kitchen table. It is FULL of art supplies Just don't open the door too quickly.
Yet, the 10-pack of glue sticks I recently bought has mysteriously vanished. My son had to attach his word study words into his notebook the other day with ticky-tack because there was no glue to be found. OK, let me amend that. Glue STICKS. Because there is an overage of actual school glue, however my children are disasters with the stuff. Complete and utter disasters. Like, "go take a bath because you are covered in glue" disasters. I sharpened a pencil with a knife the other day, a la Laura Ingalls Wilder, because I couldn't find a pencil sharpener. It created an awkward, misshapen, hot mess of a pencil that no one would use. They decided to use a pencil nub they found, and SHARE IT.
Maybe I'm onto something.
Back to the scissors. We couldn't find any the other day, so I taught my daughter my old school trick of folding a piece of paper, then licking the crease to create an easy, clean tear. She thought I was crazy. Licking a piece of paper. Really?? This is the same little girl who licked the tire of the car one day, just to see what it tasted like.
And I'M the crazy one.
So the scissors were found in the rubber sealing around the door of the washer. They have been there for weeks. Literally. I really should check that thing more often, because I also found mates to all my son's missing socks. And a pair of my underwear. And some money and wadded up tissues, which can't be good for the washing machine.
Those scissors are back in their rightful place in the awesome art cabinet. Ah, organization.
Just don't open the door too quickly.
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