I just did the laundry. I have been trying to drill into my son’s head for years that he needs to check his pockets before putting pants in the wash. (Still working on his dad, too!) Many items have been fished out of the washer or dryer. Today I found his brand new (bought it Friday) leather wallet with his school id card inside. I’m waiting for the call at lunch time, when he needs this id to eat in the cafeteria.
I will not take the id to him, even though it’s only a ten minute drive.
He is supposed to clean out his pockets.
He knows he needs this id card at all times at school.
The wallet is leather, brand new, and he asked for it.
I’m sick and left the grocery store with only half of what I needed to purchase because I finally gave up trying to get the task done.
The room that I cleaned everything off of the floor just a few days ago? New things are on the floor, tags from the new dress pants stuck onto the bookcase, and no containers sorted through yet.
I just might need a whole relaxation store to get through the next few years.