Male Pattern Blindness
Why do men have such trouble finding stuff? I can send either Scott or the MP into another room to look for something and five seconds later get the ‘Nope, not here”. I go to look and trip over the thing they were looking for whilst walking into the room.
In the mornings I am the last one up. And some days need to be ‘spoken to’ more than once. I hate mornings, always have, always will. I should work second shift if we are being completely honest – I would be WAY more productive.
Anyhoo – so Scott is up first, the MP rolls out of bed sometime after him and they chitchat in the living room while ironing clothes and eating breakfast. This conversation usually registers on my subconscious but I don’t let it disrupt my final winks too much.
This morning not only did it register but I had to engage. I hate engaging before I want to.
The MP was on the verge of a full blow hissy fit over his library book. He needed to return it today and didn’t know where it had gone. First he stated calmly he didn’t know where his library book was. Scott asked what it was about and what it looked like.
After a brief description the MP informs Scott that Grampy had said he was going to read it.
The tone he used somehow implying that Grampy moved and/or took the book home with him. Um, Grampy doesn’t take other people’s stuff. Not his gig.
This is when I can hear the tears in the MP’s voice and can tell he was on the verge of crying.
Now, as background he has already ‘lost’ a library book this year. I had to take the $4 to pay for it from his stash and send it in to school. The book eventually turned up at daycare and he got his money back so it wasn’t a total disaster.
So the prospect of losing more money is just not in his plan (especially since the Tooth Fairy left him $5 last night as part of her Memorial Day Special – the cost of teeth goes up on holidays).
As I lay in bed listening to this, I picture Scott standing behind the couch at the ironing board and the MP turned around on the couch whining to him about this.
If either of then had turned their heads 45° they would have seen the book.
Either one of them could have put their hand on it with barely a stretch.
I pull my head out from under my pillow and yell out the location of the book. All conversation stops, I hear them look over to the spot and then a huge sigh of relief from the MP.
My reward is 10 more minutes in bed and a kiss from each of them.
In the mornings I am the last one up. And some days need to be ‘spoken to’ more than once. I hate mornings, always have, always will. I should work second shift if we are being completely honest – I would be WAY more productive.
Anyhoo – so Scott is up first, the MP rolls out of bed sometime after him and they chitchat in the living room while ironing clothes and eating breakfast. This conversation usually registers on my subconscious but I don’t let it disrupt my final winks too much.
This morning not only did it register but I had to engage. I hate engaging before I want to.
The MP was on the verge of a full blow hissy fit over his library book. He needed to return it today and didn’t know where it had gone. First he stated calmly he didn’t know where his library book was. Scott asked what it was about and what it looked like.
After a brief description the MP informs Scott that Grampy had said he was going to read it.
The tone he used somehow implying that Grampy moved and/or took the book home with him. Um, Grampy doesn’t take other people’s stuff. Not his gig.
This is when I can hear the tears in the MP’s voice and can tell he was on the verge of crying.
Now, as background he has already ‘lost’ a library book this year. I had to take the $4 to pay for it from his stash and send it in to school. The book eventually turned up at daycare and he got his money back so it wasn’t a total disaster.
So the prospect of losing more money is just not in his plan (especially since the Tooth Fairy left him $5 last night as part of her Memorial Day Special – the cost of teeth goes up on holidays).
As I lay in bed listening to this, I picture Scott standing behind the couch at the ironing board and the MP turned around on the couch whining to him about this.
If either of then had turned their heads 45° they would have seen the book.
Either one of them could have put their hand on it with barely a stretch.
I pull my head out from under my pillow and yell out the location of the book. All conversation stops, I hear them look over to the spot and then a huge sigh of relief from the MP.
My reward is 10 more minutes in bed and a kiss from each of them.
posted by Kristi Hallowell @ 8:40 AM
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