Last weekend, Sev and I got into a bit of a spat over the fact that I have probably spent a combined total of six weeks of my entire life looking for her hairbrush. I swear, this kid misplaces her darn brush EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. We were in a hurry to get somewhere, and we seriously couldn't find her brush anywhere. All three of us tore the house apart for a good 25 minutes looking for this stupid thing. It got to the point where I was ranting and raving about her taking care of her belongings while I tossed things over my shoulder looking for the brush. I literally tore her room completely apart.
We found the brush. Three days later. Wrapped up in her sheets at the foot of her bed.
We stopped at the store that evening and bought a new brush. Along with that brush came one HELLUVA lecture about taking care of her stuff from that point forward. Needless to say, she has placed her brush in her bathroom drawer each day after we're done using it.
Tonight, after her bath, I asked Sev to get her brush for me as we finished brushing her teeth. She said, "Mom! Here's my brush! I didn't lose it again! When I lost my brush you got REALLY mad and you made a big mess that I had to clean up!"
I told her that I asked her to clean up the mess that was made looking for the brush that SHE had lost.
She said, "Yeah. And then you yelled. You were FRICKIN' mad!!"
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