Nothing starts off my day better than a good laugh. This morning, I watched three Y chromosomes search for shoes. Amusingly, I observe the 7, and 9-year-old “Y’s” started to panic as the 43-year-old “Y” gets frustrated as the clock continues to click. All three look like a bunch of bobbleheads shaking their heads from side to side with a blank look moving quickly around, but not getting anywhere. This is not the first time. And I should tell you I’m an organized woman. Some might say a tad OCD, but then again those are my jealous unorganized friends. Organization is natural for me. As I stand back to watch this amusing dance, I know there is only one thing for “Super X” to do, wait a couple more seconds, then throw on my cape and save the day. I walk over calmly because frankly I’m not the one running late and haven’t lost anything, I point out the lost shoes. Yep, you guessed, they were not lost; they were right where they left them. It amazes me, how males have a difficult time finding items that are not lost. For example, a “lost” item may be just out of sight like, underneath a piece paper or not exactly where I said it would be, but in the vicinity. If the thing they are looking for is not in plain sight, males don’t see it. How did their forefathers find animals to hunt? I guess it’s difficult for a cow to hide. Yes, it gets frustrating every time I hear, “Mom, where’s the….or Christine, where’s the…?” There’s one thing I can count on; I will be getting my butt up to show them exactly where it is. On the plus side, the “Ys” inability to master the location of an object, maintains my position in the family; “Queen.” Just the way it should be if you ask me.
