What Lies Beneath
The covers, that is.
This evening, I had the joy of making the boys' beds (a chore I despise). In the process of stripping the beds and prepping them for new sheets, I found:
1 stuffed snake
1 stuffed bat - the flying kind
1 stuffed squirrel - his name is Douglas
3 stuffed monkeys
1 cardboard sock wrapper
5 balled-up socks
1 pair of underwear
1 fuzzy Spiderman blanket
1 karate belt
1 foam pirate sword
1 Thomas the Train flashlight
1 polar bear knitted mitten
1 sticky note pad
1 water bottle
1 Redskins calendar
It was like an episode of "Hoarders."
Except they're MY hoarders.
Then, to top it all off, I found 27 quart-size Ziploc bags in Tate's sock drawer. When I confronted him, he said he had no idea how they got there. Just as I was about to announce to him that I didn't just fall off the turnip truck Will started laughing. He put them there.
I asked him if he did it as a joke.
"No, I just didn't know where to put them. I got them at the end of school when the teacher was giving away extra supplies."
"And it never occurred to you that they should go in the kitchen?? In the drawer with the other plastic bags???"
A shrug, a giggle and a protest of "I just wasn't thinking about that."
So he put them in his brother's sock drawer. THE SOCK DRAWER IN HIS BROTHER'S ROOM.
Might as well just enjoy the madness.
A sense of humor is a MUST for moms of boys. Thankfully, I have 27 Ziploc bags and a stuffed squirrel named Douglas to remind me of that.