Girls Write Out
Wednesday, January 24, 2007

"Where's the Scotch tape?" Kevin asks from the kitchen.

"In the craft cupboard right behind the crayon box," I call from the other room.

Moments pass. "It's not there."

I sigh. "Yes, it is. Eye level, in the clear plastic tub labeled ART SUPPLIES." I go back to reading my book and begin to get lost in the story again.

"It's not HERE!"

I enter the kitchen and reach past him, past the crayon box, and into the art supplies tub. I move one thing. ONE THING. And there it is. The tape. What a shock.

I hand it wordlessly over to Kevin. Okay, so I have a certain look on my face, but it isn't the first time this has happened. I used to say to him what I say to the boys when they fail to find what's right under their nose: "Sometimes you have to move something and look under it." Maybe my tone was a little patronizing, and okay, maybe a little sarcastic too. But is it so hard?

I used to think Kevin was just faking it, like he did with, say, hanging up dress pants (I just can't find the creases like you do . . . ) or ironing (I can't get the shirt to fit on the board . . . ). But the longer I'm married (and the longer I raise three boys) the more I think most males are just born without the Find It Gene.

But that's all right, I guess, since I'm missing the Memory Gene. Sure, I can find things. If I can remember where I put them.

Now, where did that to-do list go?
Denise Hunter  
posted at 3:09 AM  
  Comments (14)
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At 12:22 AM, Blogger allen said...

Guys and gals...wired differently. If I can't find something, I ask my wife. She knows EXACTLY where it is (or was at one time) while my mind is so full of other information (the film, the musical, the five Entropy Gate stories, the Art History lesson, the Photoshop project for class, the Illustrator project for class, the Illustration projects for class, the Star Wars quotes from 79, the Star Trek Theme songs, the Darkness Aftermath costumes, theme songs, story boards, shooting schedule, the two books I'm reading, the paintings I'm doing, the bag pipe presentation my son is doing on Thursday,, the list goes on...) yet, when I lose my keys, or can't find the tape, she knows where it is...unless I put in at eye level on top of the fridge...then she is lost (muh ha ha ha haaa)

At 6:59 AM, Blogger Denise Hunter said...

Love the photo, Allen!

At 7:00 AM, Blogger allen said...

guess I lost my train of thought there...what I was getting at was Kristi can somehow keep it all straight while sometimes I have a hard time seeing the trees because of the forest...

At 7:03 AM, Blogger allen said...

Re: photo, THAANKS...Kristi and I actually have a photo that her grandmother took where she is perfectly centered and I look like I do in this photo. She won't let me post images of her so I just cropped this one to look like the other...we still laugh whenever we see that photo.

At 7:15 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

That is SO TRUE, Denise!! It happens around our house all the time. I've gotten so I don't get up immediately and run to his aid like I used to. I give him time to move, oh, I don't know, two things (which is all he really has the energy for anyway), then I come to his rescue. *g*

At 7:24 AM, Blogger Dana said...

The same thing happens with the refridgerator. I remember my dad opening the door and not even looking in there. He'd just tilt his head and yell across the house asking my mom where something was. I guess by opening the door he made it appear he was making an effort to find it. I always thought, good grief, just look for it already. But then I got married and realized it must be a man thing. The only difference now is that my husband doesn't even try too hard to appear to be making an effort. He'll just stay on the couch and ask where something is. Sigh. I love him too much to care, I guess. :)

At 8:07 AM, Blogger Winter said...

My husband doesn't even bother to look, unless I've failed to find it myself. He readily admits he couldn't find a thing in this house simply because I'm the one moving things all the time.

But I have learned how to give percise details so he can't give me the excuse he can't find it and I don't have to get up. Or if I just plain won't do it for him, he asks the kids, they know!

And I do know the feeling about the boys. My twins could be standing on the object they're looking for and still say they don't see it. Drives a mother to distraction.

At 2:09 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

I've noticed that genetic anomaly in the Coble males as well. And the Rhoads clan, my brothers and father. LOL

At 4:19 PM, Blogger Jaime said...

My husband makes me sick. He never loses anything, never forgets, always finds things, and has a memory like a steel trap. If I use any conversation we had in the past as ammo in a tiff, he proceeds to quote back the entire conversation (even if it happened 5 yrs ago) verbatim like a mini-recorder. Even voice tones ...
Grr... oh, that I HAD your problem of a husband who screwed up occassionally! :) :)

My husband and I are Ray and Debra from Everybody Loves Raymond - only reversed

Joy :)

At 4:20 PM, Blogger Jaime said...

Clarification: in case my last post sounded harsh, I do LOVE my husband like the dickens. :)

At 10:08 PM, Blogger Heather said...

{snort} Was just laughing with several moms at the dance studio about this same thing. We were all talking about how bad our guys had this problem. My son couldn't figure out where he left some game for his DS. I sent him to the van. Came back, no game. I asked where he looked. He gave me that pre-teen look and said he looked ON the seat he was sitting on (his inflection, not mine). Tehehe.. . sent him back to look again, under seats, etc. What do you know, he found it!

At 11:39 PM, Blogger allen said...

My wife REALLY does know where everything is...I hope my post didn't sound like a dig on her. I honestly could not live with out her. But she is slowly realizing that my brain has no room for trivial things like "location of missing TV remote" or "missing spatchela" (that was not spelled right) or "keys that have some how managed to work their way into the deepest regions of the couch" ...but she knows these things and God has sent her to my life to help me find some sort of organization. My mind is a blender set on FRAPPE(...again...a spelling issue.) Men and women are so different in their minds and the way they are wired...thank God for that. It makes life so much more exciting!

At 11:14 AM, Blogger Sally said...

I've started to play this game back with hubby...but, he doesn't get it. I'll say, "will you wash my car?" He says, no, you can do it yourself. I say (maybe with a little whine), "but you do it so much better than i do." still nothing and so my car stays dirty.

And then there's unloading the do you get angry or frustrated when he voluntarily empties the dishwasher..even though the mixing bowls end up in the plate cupboard and the coffee mugs end up in the wine glass cupboard? I guess he's trying...but HELLO, they've been in the same place since we've lived in the house and he's gotten them OUT OF the right cupboard...MEN! *wink*

At 11:32 PM, Blogger allen said...

Uh...Sally, as the main dishwasher, laundry do-er, kid tuck-inner, kid wake upper, (I'm sorry for the made up words) I'd say that it isn't really a guy thing...I know you're winking, but not all guys are like that. I'd wash my wife's car in a heart beat if she asked.

This might come as a shock to some of you, but some of us (men)are sensitive to your needs.:)

On a serious note, my wife's job is sometimes extremely stressful. Now being the helpless romantic that I am, I'd love to be slaying dragons and rescuing my "Fair Maiden"...but I find that doing the dishes and laundry for her is just as romantic for her because it frees her up from more stress...

However...I still look for dragons.


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