What Goes Around Comes Around
When I lived with my parents, I often asked my mom where things were, before I’d really done a thorough search.
“Mom, where are the leftover sweet potatoes?”
“Mom, where’s my plain white button down shirt?”
“Mom, where’s the tape measure?”
You get the idea. Mom inevitably knew where everything was (even if it had hidden itself in the far reaches of my bedroom) and every now and then, after she shouted the answer to my query back at me from the other end of the house, she’d tack on there, “Why don’t you look for yourself every now and then, before you ask me?” To which I’d reply, “Because you know where everything is – it’s much faster if I just ask you!”
At that point, most parents say things like, “Wait’ll you have kids of your own,” but I’ve never really been one for waiting.
This morning, Flo and I played out this scenario.
“Kristy, where’s my black sweater that I like?” Which reminds me a lot of some other situations experienced:
“Kristy, do we have more Nutella?”
“Kristy, where are the scissors?”
And you get the idea. Well the apple never falls far from the tree, so upon throwing Flo his black sweater this morning, I tacked on, “You know, sometimes you could look for yourself before you ask me.”
And he answered, “But you know where everything is – I’m just trying to be efficient and save time by asking you!”
März 25th, 2008 at 3:43 pm
If I were a certain other member of the family, I would be having a little pax attack, but I’ll just settle for a little – You go Flo!
Isn’t is weird thought, Kristy, that when asked, we just know where all those things are???? I always thought it was weird. And did I really ever say, wait till you have kids? Yuk. I always hated that phrase.
März 26th, 2008 at 3:47 am
Kristy,
Now can you help Uncle John find a few things?
Aunt Lois
März 27th, 2008 at 10:53 am
No, no, you never said wait til I have kids. I’m just saying most parents would’ve said that… And as for helping Uncle John… isn’t that your job, Aunt Lois? Cuz I wouldn’t know where anything is in your house!
April 1st, 2008 at 9:51 pm
oh… so… true. It will happen to me someday too, with people other than my friends. I’m a visual person so I can sometimes remember where I saw things: a friend’s Starbuck’s cup on a shelf in Target, cell phone on bathroom sink, wine glass on endtable.
My problem was that my mother would put things where they belonged. I WOULD NEVER HAVE LOOKED THERE. Sneakers were never in the downstairs closets, same for jackets, etc. I still move things on my parents when I go home though. They love/hate it.