RoughCollie Posted February 4, 2008 Share Posted February 4, 2008 Four males reside here, as do two females. The females never lose anything and are frequently called on to find everything for the males. Where's the __________? On the kitchen counter, I reply. It's not here. Look again, I reply. No, it's really not here, Mom. Look more carefully. It's to the right of the stove. No it's not, Mom. (Yes it is, I found it.) Where's my tie (shoes, belt, math book...) I have to have it now or we'll be late for school. (I quit biting and started letting them be late, which didn't help with finding the ties, but did help my mood. They get detention or silent lunch at school for being late.) Where's my DS? Where's my Clubhouse game? Where's my pencil? Where's the remote? Where's my head? (Oops, I mean head-phones.) Mom... Mom... Mom... MooooooooooooooooooM. From DH: Where is my suitcase? It's in plain view in the basement. I can't find it; it's not there. Look again, I put it there myself. It's not there; what did you do with it? The light is burned out down there, so why don't you replace the bulb and look again? That might help. From DH: I left it in the middle of the bedroom floor last time I took a trip (5 months ago). Why did you move it? (I do not respond to this silly question.) Next morning at the crack of dawn: Wake up, Sweetie. Yes?, I growl (I know this is about the suitcase AGAIN). I still can't find my suitcase, Sweetie. Basement, I growl. It's not there, Sweetie. Too bad. And quit calling me Sweetie! I can't go back to sleep because I am irritated, so I go downstairs to sit in the den. I hear the hall closet door opening. Then silence. I call out, Sweetie, are you emptying your workout bag onto the foyer floor? Silence. If you are, I am not cleaning it up and the dog will eat your safety glasses again. Silence. There are at least 4 duffle bags in the basement in plain view that you can use -- they are already empty. The closet door closes. The basement door opens. Tromp, tromp, up and down. I hear no more so I drop the subject. After DH leaves, I go to the basement. I stand at the bottom of the stairs. There's his suitcase, in plain sight! No mistaking it for a moose or a Jeep or anything else. It's definitely his suitcase. So what do you do about this, besides let natural consequences fall where they may? I've given up jumping up to find every little thing, as you can tell. We've been in natural consequences mode for months. Any suggestions, or is this happening because the defendants are males? Thanks, RC Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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