There’s that weird feeling I get about something sometimes. That something is off or dangerous. And I trust that gut instinct.
But apparently, there’s another superhero spidey sense my kids seem to think I have.
And that’s knowing when they’re out of something.
Apparently, without anyone mentioning it to me, I’m supposed to know:
That my son wore his last clean school uniform yesterday.
There’s no more toothpaste left in the kids’ bathroom.
The last of their shampoo was used last week.
That we need more cat litter or cat food, even though the child who feeds the cat or changes the cat litter neglects to tell me that he just used the last of it.
The last of their favorite snack bars was eaten three days ago.
They expect me to know exactly how much we have of everything at all times and replace or restock it all the second it’s gone, even though no one will tell me when they’re done or almost done with an item that I don’t use or even see. I’m just supposed to sense it (or check the boxes they leave in the cupboards to ensure they’re actually full instead of empty. I should know by now not to assume that just because I see a box or container, it doesn’t mean there’s anything in it).
Pretty sure they think this spidey sense also includes the ability to know where everything in the house is. That would only make sense- if they expect that I’m taking a constant inventory of everything, then I must know where it all is. And I probably move it all around, too.
Like knowing where they took off their shin guards, even though they aren’t in the basket designated for that purpose.
Or where something is in a school backpack that I don’t touch.
Or which drawer they put a certain pair of shorts away in.
Nope, I was not gifted with these mom spidey senses.
But if they want to see some super-villian-sized rage, they could go ahead and ask me “Where did you put my…?”