Anyone lost a shoe?
You know that thing
when you’re walking along a road and you see a random jumper hanging off a
wall? Or perhaps a shoe, or occasionally a pair of pants…and you think, HOW is
it possible to lose those items?
I mean seriously, how
do you go off home without your pants? Like;
‘la la la, hmmmm
somethings missing? It feels breezy or something. Oh, but of course, I have
forgotten my PANTS. I must of left them on the wall outside sainsburys. Silly
me’.
Well, now I am one of
them.
To clarify, I haven’t
left my pants outside Sainsburys. If I had, I would keep that to myself, rather
than telling everyone.
What I mean, is that
I suddenly appear to have lost a lot of things, and it’s getting worse.
Do we have a
poltergeist in the house?
Am I in the early
stages of memory loss?
Or perhaps more likely,
is it actually my child (the THIEF).
It may be partially
my fault, as I now spend my days saying ‘No’, ‘don’t’, and you ‘can’t.
‘Don’t play with the
wires / cooker / washing machine / Mummys earrings / Laptop / telephone /
tampons / coat hangers . . the list is endless.
Which may well be
part of the problem. …
I say ‘NO’ so often
that he now ignores me all together. Not only that, but my parenting mistakes
are so bad he now tells random strangers about it.
For example, when we
were in a shop the other day, a nice lady smiled at him and said hello.
‘Hello. I just can’t
do these things anymore’ he responded.
The lady looked
utterly bewildered and wondered off.
Now if he wants to
play with something he’s not supposed to, he has made the smart, but rather
inconvenient choice of hiding said item.
'You've lost what Mum??...No haven't seen it.' |
I don’t mean that he
has put the fridge in his room or anything….although I wouldn’t put it past
him. Just that he seems to take everything else. If I lay out my clothes for
work the night before, by the time I go to put them on, they are gone. I find
myself stumbling around in my sleepy 6am state, attempting to put on a pair of
socks as a bra.
Keys is another one –
EVERY time I go to leave the house it takes me 10 minutes of searching,
tantrums (me) and bribery to get him to help me locate them.
Some of the items I
manage to locate – the top ‘hiding place’ is the bath, with the kitchen bin
coming in a close second. However, most have long since disappeared.
I cannot understand
this because I do clean my house. I’m the only person who lives her than
actually knows where everything is. Other household members seem unable to
locate anything whatsoever, without my assistance.
So WHERE could he
possibly have hidden them?
Which is why I have now
taken to looking at the abandoned items in the street differently.
Perhaps they are have
actually been left there by a group of toddlers, whom gather on the streets in
the early hours.
They hang out in
their Onesies (hoods up), swigging their milk and laughing at their parents
ridiculous attempts at controlling them, whilst throwing any random items
they’ve gathered in the street?
‘What you got then
Freddie?’ asks Noah.
‘Mums pants, a glove
and a sock’. Says baby Freddie.
‘Good work. Lets put
the pants on the wall….the glove on a railing, and the sock in a puddle. Ha!’
‘Mugs’ says Freddie,
taking a glug from his Tommy tippee. ‘My Mum will be so annoyed when she can’t
find her other glove. She’ll have to drive to work sitting on her hand
again…ha!’
The alternative is
that I will one day find said items. Probably as I’m packing him off to
university or something…
Until then, I am
going to invest in some CCTV and a padlock.
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