The Gene Pool

If I hadn’t given birth to my sons, I wouldn’t believe they were mine. I'm an extremely organized woman. EVERYTHING is organized. Heck my CD’s are in alphabetical order! So, it’s safe to say, I'm ANAL.

Now, I have a husband and two sons. My husband isn’t organized. This I understand-- I didn’t give birth to him, and they say opposites attract. But my sons! You’d think at least one of them would’ve received my organizational gene. I mean come on! I breast fed both of them-- but NO! Both are little piglets. From toddler to teenager, I’ve been trying to “show by example” how EASY it is to “put things where they belong”. This hasn’t worked out very well, to say the least.

I find "stuff" lying all over the house. I find pencils on the dryer and the bathroom sink. WHAT?-- you were doing your homework in the bathroom? I have pencil holders. What is so hard about placing the pencil in the pencil holder? Or how about paper. I find pieces of paper everywhere. Dressers, desk, kitchen sink. And I don’t know if it’s GOOD paper or JUNK paper. Did it ever occur to my little rascals to throw it away if it was trash?

Don't even get me started on burning CD's from Itunes. I find CD's all over the place that have absolutely NOTHING written on them. I don't know if they're blank or burned. My older son tells me there's music on them, but HOW would you know? Can you SEE the music burned on the CD? I CAN'T see the music. I have markers to write on the CD's, but it seems he's allergic to these markers because he doesn't use them.

Another thing. I'm quiet as a mouse when others are asleep. Well, my sons are NOT quiet. In the morning they get up while I’m still sleeping. They think because they’re up, EVERYONE IS AWAKE. They come into my room by opening the door, none too quietly I might add, and go into my bathroom for whatever and WHEN I wake up they ask, “Oh, did I wake you?” Duh! I’m looking right at you! My husband pulls this little stunt, too. So, I’m convinced they have more of HIS genes than mine. Either that or he’s giving them lessons on the side.

Don’t misunderstand, I love my sons with all my heart. I just wish they had more than my blue eyes…oh wait, my husband has blue eyes, too.