My computer began acting up today and I finally realized it was the batteries in my mouse. So, I go to get some new batteries and what do I find? I find the empty package yet once again! Henceforth, my gripe session post has evolved!
Living with four men is quite a challenge. We have a shopping list on the refrigerator and I've taught them all that when you use the last of something, just write it on the paper. Can any of them do that? No!
Wanna know what I did? I went and took batteries out of the X-box controller. Boo-yah!
Every single time I need batteries, they are gone. I guess I am going to have to do like I did with the scissors. The scissors, for years on end, were never returned to the desk drawer. I've bought a bunch of scissors over the years and they always seem to disappear into a black hole. My men use them and never return them. Searches of bedrooms do not even turn them up. So, one year, I bought myself a pair and put them in a kitchen cabinet and announced that they were mine and that they were off limits, bought them three pairs and put them in the desk drawer. It wasn't long before they came complaining that they had no scissors. I pointed out that I still had mine and that I could not help it if they did not put theirs away after use, leaving them hopeless. I thought that the scissors would reappear based on supply and demand. Nope. To this day there are no scissors in the desk drawer and mine are safe and sound.
I guess I need to add some batteries next to my scissors. The things I don't have to do to live with four men

Now, I know not all men are like this, but my men seem to be totally incapable of putting anything in the same place twice. This drives me nuts as a person who has a place for everything and everything is in its place.
This sure is a lesson in patience for me.
For instance, on the middle shelf of our kitchen cabinet, the smaller pots all stack very nicely together and fit perfectly on the left side, while the two larger pots stack very nicely together and fit perfectly on the right side. Will my men ever put the pots back in the same place twice? No! They are always trying to shove them in stacking them in the oddest manner, pushing and shoving, until they get them in the cabinet. When I go to cook, it takes me forever to un-shove them from their position. It drives me nuts!
They will even take the large pot on the bottom shelf and shove it into the middle shelf somewhere, leaving a big open available spot on the bottom shelf (which is the way I found it right before fixing it for this photo).
So, as I often do, one day, I wrote a note and taped it up between the shelves. Yep, that's right, my men will read notes. Amazing, huh. I've learned over the years that they will tune out my voice in an instant, but they will read notes. So when I get desperate, notes begin to go up around my house! So, there was this note that said small pots to the left and large pots to the right and it worked! For a few months, my pots were going where they were supposed to! So I took the note down.
Sigh, as is always the case, for some reason, after a short period of time, my men seem to forget what they were previously trained to do. What is it with their brains? Suddenly, after a few months of successful pot placements, the shoving and misplacements began again. Why? Do I need to put up another note? Maybe a little bit of mom-overload-exclaiming will do the trick. Of course, timing is the key as it must be done while all four are present. Sigh. That's nearly impossible. Where's the tape?
It's just like the towels. This happened several years ago. Each man has his own colored towel which gets hung up over the shower door to dry after the shower. After so many uses, it gets put in the hamper and a new one is taken out. This has been the system since they learned to take showers themselves. Suddenly, one day, all at the same time, they all forgot the system. What causes them to totally forget something that they've been doing for the past, oh, twelve years? I'm flabbergasted! Was there some kind of scientific wave that raced through the house erasing certain towel-system brain cells in all male inhabitants? So, I had to have a pow-wow and re-train all four of them!
Well, thanks for reading my ramblings. It sure does help me to just complain. I'm sure they appreciate you for reading too as it helps me maintain patience for a bit longer.
This is the end of another post in the series of Life with Four Men.