I’m not sure if this is a phenomenon common to all children, or just
my children, but all of my kids put things in things. It makes life so
much more…. let’s go with ‘interesting.’ I can never find anything
because my kids are always moving stuff around to put into other
places. When people come to visit and ask where a particular kitchen
item might be, I shrug and say, “Your guess is as good as mine.” My
kids routinely swipe things like the tea ball and put acorns in it and
then put it under a pillow. Or fill a small box with googly eyes and
put it among my books. This has not improved as they’ve aged, only
expanded their reach to objects on higher shelves.
Sometimes it’s like living in that scene from the movie Poltergeist,
where the woman turns her back for two seconds and when she turns around
again all the kitchen chairs are inexplicably up on the table. I took a
stack of hangers out of my closet the other day, and then next thing I
knew this happened:
This is making moving especially difficult. Every time I try to pack
something I turn around a minute later to find things have come out of
the boxes and been incorporated into some eloborate game involving
squeaky pets and a blanket that has been spread out over a large area.
It doesn’t matter how often I tell them not to touch something or stay
out of what I’m doing, they can’t remember that for more than two
seconds and things end up in things but not in any way that I would find
useful.
This has been going on forever. When Aden wasn’t even two I remember
trying to clean up the kitchen and there was a toilet paper tube
standing up on the table. I picked it up to put it in the trash, and it
turns out my darling daughter had painstakingly filled it with small
beads. I will never forget snatching up that tube and hearing the
tremendous ‘CHHSSHHWWOOOOOOSHHHHHHckkkk k k k k k k ‘ of hundreds of
beads cascading to the floor.
There are ponytail holders wrapped to the oddest things, I can’t tie
my robe because the belt is used for too many important things (such as
tails or vines for swinging from, and the last time I spotted it, it was
in the back of the minivan for some reason) and forget keeping the
pieces to any game together. Aden is getting pretty good at chess, but
we’re down one pawn because several of the pieces ended up in something
at some point and that one white pawn never found its way back. Hi Ho
Cherry-O was decimated long ago because a chunk of those play cherries
had to go into something else. Quinn has been creating ‘parades’
lately, taking puzzle pieces and lining them up in rows that run through
several rooms. Now when we put together Africa we lament the absence
of Burkina Faso, and we haven’t seen Iran from the Asia puzzle in a
long, long time. Much of the world ends up in cooking bowls now as my
son stirs his global soups. If we still have all of Canada by the time
we get into the new house I will be amazed.
Anyway, I have unrealistic dreams that in the new house I might be
able to contain some of my kids’ creative need to rearrange everything
to certain areas, but in my heart I know better. I will set up my
pretty house in a way I think looks nice and functions well, but once we
are all moved in and I turn my back, I know I will look around again
just to see weird things like this that I don’t understand:
*sigh*
I wonder what it must be like for people who don’t live with children
to have everything stay put all the time. Must be tremedously dull to
put your keys on the table and actually have them be there later when
you need them. I can’t even imagine that now, it’s just so far removed
from my reality.
I think for my birthday sometime I want a day where nothing ends up
in anything I didn’t know about. A day of no surprises and nothing but
boredom sounds better than winning the lottery to me. In the meantime,
at least the little culprits are cute.
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