Katherine Stone is an award-winning, nationally recognized peer advocate for women with postpartum depression and the founder of the blog, Postpartum Progress. She was named among the top ten most influential mom bloggers by Babble in 2011 and 2012. She also was named a WebMD Health Hero in 2008 and won the 2010 Bloganthropy Award, given for using social media to make a difference. At Babble, Katherine writes the column Something Fierce, and also covers maternal health for Babble Cares. Her readers love her for her authenticity, trustworthiness, ferocity, and vulnerability when it comes to covering issues important to moms.
Katherine has appeared on ABCNews.com, HLN TV, CNN, FOX, Health.com, More, Newsweek, Fit Pregnancy, US News & World Report, The Huffington Post, WebMD, Sirius Doctor Radio and more. Follow her on Twitter at @postpartumprogr.
My kids steal my things. This is the reason I have no things.
I have just spent the last 30 minutes searching for my hairbrush. I have one measly hairbrush. My son has his own, and my daughter has her own, but I’m sure they lost theirs so they’ve taken mine. Now I have no brush. I’ll go out in public today, and probably miss out on being discovered by America’s Next Top Model because I couldn’t brush my hair.
It’s not just my brush. It’s everything. Despite multiple purchases in bulk of those items I need daily, there are none to be found anywhere. I search the junk drawers. My office drawer. The kids’ art supplies. The bathroom drawers. My purse. The floors of my children’s rooms. Their backpacks. Under the couch cushions. Behind the cat. It doesn’t matter. Nothing I need is readily available to me.
You could say it’s old age, and you’d be partially right. I do tend to misplace things more often now. It’s not just my age, though. It’s my rascally children. They’re out to get me. Every time I turn around they’ve absconded with another one of the household items I require to live through the day.
I’m thinking of creating a locked supply closet managed only by me. In order to use an item in the closet, those seeking said item will be required to present an ID card and fill out a requisition form in triplicate. This would probably work, except for the likelihood that I’d lose the key to the closet. And the forms …
Herewith, the 8 items I can never find, and how their disappearance is ruining my life:
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It Cuts Deep
I buy a pair of scissors each and every time I go to the grocery store. Every. Time. Yet when I need a pair of scissors there isn't one. I'm not asking for a lot. I'm left-handed, but you won't see me demanding a leftie pair. I don't even need a grown-up pair. I'd settle for some blunt-nosed, plastic safety scissors designed for kindergartners if I could just have something to cut with when it's time for cutting. Excuse me while I chew open this box with my teeth.
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Katherine Stone writes here at Babble as well as at her own blog on postpartum depression, called Postpartum Progress. You can also follow her on Twitter as she tweets inane things about her day.