Thanks to an invitation from memyselfandkids to do a guest post on his blog, I’m collaborating with him on an issue for the ages: Why men (and boys) can’t find anything.
It’s a ‘he said, she said’ kind of thing. Read on for the mom perspective then check out the dad perspective over at http://lifetakesover.wordpress.com/2012/07/20/the-observational-skills-of-men/
“Honey! Where’s the [insert any food item here]?”
“In the fridge.”
“I’m looking in the fridge. I don’t see it.”
“It’s on the bottom shelf.”
“No it’s not.”
“Yes it is. It might have gotten pushed to the back. Move stuff around. You’ll see it.”[Shuffling and banging noises come from the direction of the fridge.]
“Nope. Not in there.”[Heavy sigh escapes lips.]
“If I open that fridge and find [insert any food item here], I won’t be too impressed.”[Heavy footsteps toward the fridge.]
“Here it is, right in front of the leftovers.”
“Oh, thanks. I didn’t see it.”
I’ll give you one guess who was rummaging in the fridge unable to find what they were looking for and who opened the door and put their hand on said item.
You’re right. It was my husband doing the looking and me doing the finding.
And this is pretty much how it goes for anything, not just food items.
Admittedly, when it comes to something in the fridge, it makes sense that I can put my hand on anything my family asks for because I do 98% of the grocery shopping, and most of the cupboard and fridge restocking when I get home from the store. My brain is like one of those coming-soon-new-fangled fridges with an LCD display of the contents of the fridge, constantly being updated as items are removed or added.
But the same goes for toys, clothes, documents, etc. We have IKEA toy “boxes” for the kids.
Photo credit: IKEA
And no matter what the kids are playing with, they always come to me to help them find the toy they’re looking for.
As if I know which bucket they put said toy in when they cleaned up the day before (because my kids always put away their own toys. wink)
And why is it that I can find things in my house, but my family cannot? It happens so often that I set out to find an answer.
Here’s what Google told me:
“Men are hunters, so if they can’t find their prey, they instinctively freeze motionless and wait for it to wander into their field of vision. Women are gatherers, so they move things around and look behind things until they find what they’re looking for.”
Take my children for example. My male child automatically asks me to find his toys for him. He doesn’t even start to go through his toy bins. He just stands in front of them, motionless I might add, and says, “Mommy, you find my car carrier? You find my dump twuck?”
My daughter, on the other hand, pulls out every one of her toy bins and systematically launches items out of the bins and onto the floor in an effort to locate whatever it is she is looking for. Nine times out of 10 she finds it and I never hear a peep out of her. Granted there’s a mountain of toys the size of Everest in front of the bins, but hey, at least she found her toy.
And it’s not just finding things that I have the upper hand in. Remembering things related to the household also falls to me. Doctor’s appointments, stuff we need at the store, play dates, school/daycare/camp schedules, extracurricular activities and so on are all part of my job.
It’s not that my husband can’t do it. It just seems that ever since my daughter was born, I have naturally been in charge of taking care of our family. It works for us. Sometimes I get frustrated. A lot of times I’m exhausted. But ultimately, I don’t think I’d have it any other way.
Well, that’s the female perspective. I’m sure you guys have found lots of stuff in your day, but it never seems to be when I’m around. (wink)
Check out the male perspective of this little issue over on http://lifetakesover.wordpress.com/2012/07/20/the-observational-skills-of-men/ where talented guest blogger and dad extraordinaire memyselfandkids is blogging today.