When I was younger there was a lot of times I couldn't find my stuff. I remember my mother saying "It didn't just get legs and walk away?" Or "Do you think someone came into the house and stole that one thing?" Now the tables have turned and those two things that my mother accused me of are happening everyday in my life. Things that I put in a place are suddenly getting little children's legs and walking away. Tiny thieves are living in my house and stealing the one thing that I am currently looking for. I am confident that I am not the only parent that is experiencing these strange phenomenons. I am sure that other people's children are messing with their things. I am positive I am not the only mom constantly yelling and muttering "Stop messing with my stuff."
My 5 year old has always had what we have lovingly referred to as nests. She would find something that she liked around the house and take it to a designated area. It never mattered what the thing was and there was never a logical reason for her taking any of it. Sometimes it was make-up, jewelry, hand sanitizer, lotions, hair ties, pencils, and the list goes on and on. Since she was a toddler she has been hiding these treasures in her nest. If my husband and I can't find things we still say "Did you check her nests?" A lot of times the things in her hiding places are completely innocent like toys or rocks. However, every once in a while she will get in trouble for a lip gloss or a marker that are not her things. Her actions have me constantly saying "Stop messing with my stuff."
Every week I buy gogurt for the girls and adult yogurt for me. It never fails that when I get to the fridge to get my yogurt for lunch some of them have been eaten by other people that live here. I know that my husband hates yogurt so that only leaves three culprits. Having gogurt available is a demand from my three girls otherwise there will be a riot. So why do they insist on eating my yogurt? I know if I only bought the adult yogurt all they would do is ask for gogurt. I will just keep letting my kids eat all snacks that I bought just for me, because that is what a mom does. Every time I go to the fridge to get my food that is no longer there I will say "Stop messing with my stuff."
My 8 year old is pretty sure that she is a teenager. We remind her daily that she is not butt she refuses to believe us. Recently she has been wearing my high heels around the house. I would like to point out that I don't even wear my high heels anymore. Sometimes on a date night but those are few and far between. I have been married for almost 10 years and we are way past the high heel phase. I am raising three women and I am abundantly aware this is the tip of the clothes exchange iceberg. Soon all of our closets will be filled with clothes ripe for borrowing. I am positive I will again find myself saying "Stop messing with my stuff."
For the rest of my life people are going to be messing with my stuff. I have very few things that will be my own. Stuff that is reserved for just me is becoming a smaller and smaller list. I could choose to get upset that nothing is just mine. However, I chose to look at these ladies of mine and love that they love my stuff. They want to be like me so they steal my makeup. They want to eat like me so they steal my yogurt. They want to look like me when they wear my heels. I love that they love me so much they want to always steal my stuff. If I needed everything to stay where I put it I should have never had kids. Therefore I will choose to see the love behind my little sticky fingered chicks and just keep yelling "STOP MESSING WITH MY STUFF!"
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