Zach's lost most of his colored markers again (I've bought new ones 3 times since September) so instead of looking behind or in furniture, or digging through that junk pile in his closet, he decides he'll help himself to as many of my NEW gel pens as he can cram into his pocket this morning. I didn't discover this until he was stepping on the bus so I won't be able to tie him to a pole and torture him until he gets home this afternoon. I also won't be doing any scrapbooking or card making today as I previously thought I might.
How do I make this kid understand that it's not right to "borrow" things that don't belong to him? He seems to think anything in this house is his to use or destroy as he sees fit.
Then there's The Man. The one with the big, fat, mushed toe. The one who won't stay put for very long with it elevated (like he's supposed to), and then wonders why it's still bleeding through the bandage and throbbing like the dickens. The one who'll decide he wants a snack, after I've asked him several times if he needs something, so hobbles into the kitchen to fry ham and an egg but undoubtedly is in too much pain to clean up his mess.
I feel like kicking something!
