I’m not sure if my husband finds my idiosyncrasies mildly entertaining and amusing or downright crazy.
He has learned in the past six years of our marriage that I hate it when things are missing or are not in their proper place. Now, with a 3 year old at home, things seem to go missing more often than not these days. I purposefully only let Little One play with puzzles with me so I can keep track of all the pieces. I have to count all the pieces when putting them away so I know that no pieces are missing. It drives me crazy when Hubby and Little One just put things away willy nilly or haphazardly.
Being the type of person who needs to have things in their proper place and living with people who don’t seem bothered by a little chaos is a little bit
Missing marker caps, misplaced Melissa & Doug play food, and just any missing toy piece…It drives me crazy!
Me: [Insert Little One’s real name here]! Where are all the covers for your markers?!?! Wait. Where are your markers?! You’re missing some!”
Little One: (Quiet)
This is what I found in the living room.
I was venting about how all of this stresses me out and how I feel it makes my workload just that much more. That, plus when Little One “helps” with laundry, she takes all my clean, folded, and ready to put away laundry and throws them everywhere. She thinks it’s fun and loves watching it rain clothes. “Look, Mommy! It’s raining underwear!!!”
My mother-in-law told me the other day, “So what if there’s laundry on the floor? Just pick it up later. It’s not hurting anything. And, be thankful she is able to throw clothing and make a mess.”
I suppose she is right.