It's been goiing on for nearly all of my 28 years of parenthood and seems to never end.
It's nearly every day.
Yesterday. my 15 year-old couldn't find the shoes he wanted to use for indoor lacrosse practice. He noticed they were missing about 10 minutes before practice started. "Mom must have thrown them away," he guessed over and over again.
So I went from room to room and closet to closet searching for shoes.
Eventually, we gave up.
They were in his lacrosse bag.
What will it be today?
Who knows.