- I’ll do four loads of laundry and fold 13 of Large’s shirts and 8 pairs of his pants. And find only one pair of his underwear. (I fully expect this will change when he reaches his teen years.)
- I can’t walk into any of the kids’ rooms without tripping over or stepping on toys and books of all shapes and sizes. But when I tell them to “Go Play” they can’t amuse themselves.
- Why any “expert” would emphasize the importance of family meals. Mealtime is the most stressful time of day at our house (it is also the time that I am most likely to disappear).
- How it is that when I do the dishes, it automatically means wiping down the countertops and the stove. When He does the dishes though, those other things aren’t included (even if they’ve been specified).
- No matter how many times I neatly make their beds (which, to tell the truth, isn’t often), the sheets end up crumpled and unused by their feet. Why bother? At this point, it’s just habit.
- Why I keep finding little brown gifts hanging out in the toilet bowls. How many times do I have to tell them: When it’s brown, flush it down!
- No matter how much money we think we have saved, we’re wrong. Was it well spent? I’d share, but I don’t remember what we spent it on.