Jeremy likes to make his own lunch now. I’m fine with this… except when he can’t find the bread.
Seriously. He couldn’t find the bread. Which was at his eye level. In the middle of the pantry. In front of the bread box.
AT EYE-LEVEL.
Join me, ladies, as I scream, “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”
Ahh if I had a nickle for every time one of the males in my home “can’t find” something. Sheesh.
LOL I feel your pain… with 3 boys and a husband myself, I TOTALLY get it. lol
It is a source of frustration that knows no bounds. I am utterly confused and fascinated with their inability to see what is right in front of their faces…
That I found the link to read this post is beyond me.
I’m sure it took a few tries. And then some woman walked up and pointed you right to it.
