Or, rather, I tried to grab it and nearly hurt myself because it was stuck fast to the end table. Someone who isn’t me managed to spill orange juice on the table and never did clean it up, nor did the dog. Apparently she doesn’t like orange juice.
I’m watching all of them more carefully now, not because I want to make them pay more attention — although that is a small part of it — but to reassure myself that it isn’t just me.
Just this afternoon, while the Diva was playing on my computer, I watched her absent-mindedly transfer every piece of paper on the left side of my desk to the right side of my desk, where she was hiding it under a stack of books.
Why on earth are you ... never mind, I said, and walked away safe in my newfound knowledge.
Adrienne Martini is a freelance writer, instructor at the State University College at Oneonta, mom to Maddy and Cory, wife to Scott, and author of “Sweater Quest.” Her columns can be found at www.thedailystar.com/parentingimperfect.