I once was lost, but now I’m found.

We have been operating under this rule for,

well,

ever.

In the past 2 weeks, things have gotten even busier than normal for me.

I am training for a triathalon.

And running an e-course.

And writing this blog.

And teaching swim lessons.

Oh yeah.

And doing all the shit that is necessary to take care of 7 children.

You know,

like cooking,

and laundry,

and driving,

and grocery shopping.

and seven thousand other things.

So I don’t have much spare time.

And when I do, I sure as hell don’t want to spend it looking for goggles.

Or bathing suits.

Or baseball socks.

Or blankies.

Or pencils.

Or wipes.

Or crocs.

Or remotes.

Or batteries.

Or sunglasses.

Or cough drops.

Or water bottles.

Or sunscreen.

Or wiffle balls.

Or DS chargers.

Or any. fucking. thing. else.

My kids did not recognize the value my time.

Because neither did I.

I was doing some really unneccessary shiznit.

And getting very angry with everyone in this house.

And you know how that goes…

And so, two days ago,

I made a proclamation.

I am no longer looking for anyone else’s stuff.

I’m pretty sure Steve Jobs wasn’t searching for post-its in the Apple supply closet.

And the president of this company isn’t doing that shit anymore either.

If someone goes to school without her homework,

I don’t care.

If someone goes to baseball practice without his baseball hat,

I don’t give a rat’s ass.

If someone has to wear two different shoes because she can’t find a matching pair,

Eh. Whatever.

I.

Don’t.

Care.

My time is valuable.

And do you know what happened once I made sure everyone was clear on that one thing?

I didn’t spend one second yesterday looking for anything.

Well, except my keys.

But that was my own fault.

And do you know how many kids went to school without their homework?

None.

Do you know how many lost baseball hats there were yesterday?

Zero.

Apparently people in this house don’t want to waste their own time looking for crap in this house.

All it took was for one kid to have to spend 15 minutes of his own time looking for something,

and realizing that,

um,

it totally sucks,

for the behavior to change.

Me?

Well, it may have taken 43 years.

But I finally got it.

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