Just buy more pens, you say. Why didn’t I think of that? I respond as sarcastically as possible. If only I knew about stores!
The new pens barely make it into the house before they vanish. I can’t even find them when I do my quasi-monthly round up. It’s like they never even existed in the first place. Unless, of course, it’s a new pen that doesn’t work. That’s the one that is always on my desk, no matter how many times I throw it away.
Let’s just pretend for a minute that I can actually find something to write with. The next challenge will be finding something to write on.
There are three notepads on my desk that are perfect for recording small bits of information.
Five minutes ago, I couldn’t find any of them because they had been buried by heaps of loose pieces of paper, purloined from the printer, that the kids use to keep track of game passwords and nuclear launch codes.
I would just take a piece of paper from the printer to write my note, but, well, see above.
I’m not the only one hampered by this. The lack of readily accessible blank paper even affects the Boy.
His reading homework requires him to read for 20 minutes, then write three sentences about what he has read. Easy enough, if you a) use the booklet that your teacher provided or b) can find a sheet of paper.
What I didn’t realize for a few days a few weeks ago was that the paper he’d been using wasn’t on my desk in plain sight. Rather than go into the closet where I keep such things to get more or mention that he needed it, he decided to do his reading homework on sticky notes. He’d write part of a sentence on one and stick them together, making a very long and thin series of pages.