I Need An Aspirin

The other day I was fuming...

over a hairbrush.

I woke up late (a ailment that comes upon me on Memorial Day and leaves on Labor Day) and in my rush to get ready to go to the office, I couldn't find my hairbrush (yeeeesss, I have a hairbrush). It was eventually found, but I'll get to that in a minute. First, the reason behind the disappearing hairbrush...

we have another ailment around our homestead...an ailment that causes grown women to stomp around the house like a raging bulls, looking for missing fill-in-the-blanks at 7:15 in the morning...but the carriers of this ailment are mostly adolescents...and this ailment has attached itself to our kids like a barnacle on a clam shell... it ain't going anywhere, anytime soon...

this particular ailment is know as "I didn't do it...I don't know how it got there...It wasn't me" or as its known by its medical name..."you-can't-prove-I-did-it-so-there's-no-way-I'm-going-to-confess-to-doing-it-itis".

the only symptom is...

parental personal items disappear and then reappear in adolescents bedrooms/bathroom

and when questioned, "who left the ____out? where is my____? how did ____end up here?"
the ailment suddenly appears...

"I didn't do it...It wasn't me..."
"I have no idea how your hairbrush ended up on the bathroom floor behind the toilet..."

maybe I need to call a doctor.

Comments

Lynn Stevens said…
There is hope dear one!! The disease is curable but it is hereditary. You will find that the symptoms start to clear up after the first child moves out, then real relief comes after the second and finally you are healed after the last one leaves home. But, unfortunately the disease begins to show up in your childrens' homes:D It is so rewarding... love ya Sis.