I have a small desk in my kitchen that has one drawer to hold pens, pencils, scissors...well, you get the idea. This drawer is also supposed to have Scotch tape.....but of course, when I really need some tape and look in my drawer, I find nothing.
Whenever something goes missing, I go to BOF (BabyOfTheFamily). She is often the culprit. Upon questioning, her response is "I don't have any tape."
In reality, she THINKS she doesn't have the Scotch tape because she cannot SEE the Scotch tape in her mess of a room. Even I cannot see the tape in her room because her desk looks like this...
|The desk of a creative, yet tormented, soul|
I try to ask nicely, "Clean up your room. NOW."
BOF is a creative child with a wonderfully inventive imagination. You know the saying that artists have "tormented souls"? Well, I beg to differ. I say that the MOTHERS of artists are the ones who are "tormented."
Because when I return to BOF's bedroom to check on the clean up process, this is what I see...
|Crime scene? I guess I can't disagree with that.|
I'd say the "Hand scan" is a bit much....
|At least the sign is polite ("Thank You")|
But as I head out the door awhile later to run errands, I stop at the window in our mud room (small room for jackets and shoes and whatever else between the garage and our house).
What in heaven's name is on the window??
|Look carefully.....can you see Scotch tape anywhere?|
|One dead mosquito...taped to the window.|
|Two dead mosquitoes|
|Three dead mosquitoes|
You would think the most logical solution is the "Off" repellant that is sitting RIGHT ON THE WINDOW SILL!
|Mosquito killer #1|
|Mosquito killer #2...the dreaded HAND!|
|Mosquito killer #3|
An innovative mind chooses Scotch tape as a form of pest control.
The search for the tape is over....but the search for my sanity has just begun :)