Why the heck would it be where it goes?
You know what’s really annoying? When things are where they go. I mean, really…
This morning I spent half an hour looking all over the flippin’ house for Noah’s shoes (because apparently Crocs aren’t proper “pre-school attire”). I looked under couches, under desks, in the car, and at least four times in all of the other places Noah likes to kick his shoes off. They weren’t anywhere.
Come on Noah, let’s go look in the backyard.
We have a half-acre backyard.
We scoured over it left to right, top to bottom. We looked in the sandbox. We looked in Buddha’s favorite lounge areas. Still nada.
It was almost time to head off to school. “Where the heck are your shoes, buddy?”
I won’t lie, I was getting annoyed. And flustered.
So, almost sprinting now, I checked the same places I’d already checked several times, only this time I checked the front porch and window wells as well. I mean, you never know but that some darling little four-year old will un-darlingly drop his shoes down there for kicks and giggles.
I did find them.
Eventually.
Five minutes after our designated departure time.
They were in his closet. Sitting all smug-like in his shoe basket.
Why the heck would his shoes be in there?
I mean, sure, that’s where they go, but I don’t think we’ve ever put a pair of shoes in there in our lives.
Shoes that’r kicking around the house just don’t bug me so I’ve never made him go put his shoes “away.”
I asked him how they got there.
“I don’t know, Dad!” He seemed sincere even though he was laughing hysterically.
I couldn’t help but laugh hysterically alongside him.
I think we have a weirdo living in our attic… Putting things away when we’re not looking.
I mean, what other explanation is there?
Dan Pearce, Danoah Unleashed
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Ok, we re-enact this almost every day at our house. 3 boys will do that to you. And we don’t have a weirdo living in our attic, we are all just a bit weird :)
It was Buddah. He’s an OCD neat freak in case you didn’t already know that.
come on now!!!! There not their!
Ok, I gotta ask…..Does Noah only have ONE pair of shoes that he can wear to school?! I mean, there were no other readily found shoes anywhere?! lol
So funny and so true! I think that Mom got all the finding-stuff powers in our family. I always thought it was a motherhood thing, but here I am, nearly 8 years into it, and I still can’t find anything.
Can you send the weeirdo to our house. It would be nice to find things where they actually belong for once. :)
So funny! and so like our household. Have you heard the song “Oh, where is my hairbrush?” – we sing that, and change the lyrics as needed to whatever is missing, or oops – put away.
Oh my gosh! We do this almost every day. Belts, shoes, homework….they all seem to be missing in action when we need them most. In fact, I have been looking for my debit card for the last week!
Exactly. WHY would things be put away properly?
They never are in MY house. :)
Shoes are happier with three or four other pairs in the dining room anyway.
Nope, one pair of shoes here, too. Especially when they are growing out of them so quickly! I feel for ya!
Hey, what’s wrong with crocks for preschool attire?? Crocks are cool!! I don’t understand some schools. Glad you found the shoes
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Dan you have NO IDEA how well-timed this is. I spent the morning doing the same exact search for my daughter Grace’s shoes (she has 2 pair). I found one shoe, but no match, and the other pair vanished. I called my husband crying because it’s 75 degrees today and I was sending her to school in thigh-high toddler boots )fashionable for fall but not for a summery day!) Tonight when I was cooking dinner, I turned on the oven… and smelled burning rubber in the broiler. Opened it up and… you guessed it… a pink shoe, a pair of white gym shoes, now brown, and a pair of torched socks. Ugh. Grace was horrified when I made her throw them away, but hopefully now she’ll put them by the door!!
I love that you said “undarlingly”. I think I need to add it to my lexicon.
Hahaha
1st … Croc’s rock! But a pain when you have to stop every couple minutes, sit down, and empty the rocks/wood chips/playground stuff out of your shoes. :)
2nd … My daughter IS the weird one in this house! Everything has a place and is put there before we can leave the house, go to bed, or do anything else. I have always been an “organized” person, but never been this OCD. :) lol
Always knowing were things are is kinda nice … but strange!
Lol. I used to fight with my mom about this when I was a teenager, because she’d put my things “away” without telling me, and I couldn’t find them. As far as teen rooms go my room was pretty neat, but we never agreed on where “away” was, so nothing was ever where I’d put it if I’d been tidying up myself.
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See, I am the opposite. I don’t understand why things aren’t always where they belong. Everything has a place. My husband never puts things where they belong. I spent an hour last night looking for the tiny comb we use to get the kinks out of my son’s hair after the bath. Save yourself some trouble and just put things where they belong. Then, when you need to find something, go to that place to get it. Why the heck would you put things anywhere else?