You know, it is definitely a Monday.
Trina couldn't find her math book. Anywhere. Turned up in Richard's drawer. Of course, Richard hadn't put his away, his was under the couch. That means he didn't even look in his drawer so he didn't know his sister's book was there.
Then Thomas needs to work on some Scout stuff. He needs his book. He looked in his school drawer (it doesn't belong there), in the van, in the dining room, in and under the chair in the corner of the living room, and about a hundred other places. He did NOT look where he keeps his scout stuff. Yep. Turns out he actually put it away last week. A full hour he looked. It never even occurred to him to look where it belonged.
Connor has some reading to do for history. He comes out to me and informs me that I have his textbooks. Ummm, no. He had searched his bed and under his dirty clothes and all over his room. I asked if he had looked in his school drawer. Nope. Sure enough, there they were.
How totally pathetic is it that all three of these searching for stuff scenarios would have been avoided if things that actually have a place were put there and looked for there?
Just more proof that we have entirely too much stuff. I think I'm going to focus the rest of the month on getting rid of books/curriculum we've outgrown or we won't use.