Our “kid storage area” (which is a very fancy term for the black hole by the garage door) is so chaotic it should be studied by a NASA scientist. It’s where shoes go to disappear. It’s where bulk rice goes to retire. And it’s where my sanity went to die.
The current system? There is no system. We just toss things in and hope they reappear when needed. Spoiler alert: they don’t. So now my husband, God bless his type-A soul, has implemented a new protocol. If he puts something in the storage area, he has to circle it with sidewalk chalk and text me a photo. A full-on “proof of life” pic. Timestamped. GPS tagged. With a short video message, just in case.
Is this overkill? Maybe. But is it working? Also no.
Because even with chalk circles and photographic evidence, a dance shoe will still go missing 30 seconds before we have to leave. And someone will still scream “MOM WHERE’S MY STUFF,” as if I haven’t already answered that question 784 times today.
The real solution? Burn it all down and start fresh. Or just move and don’t tell the kids.
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