Reposting of How Hard Is It To Look In A Drawer?

First off I want to say, I love my husband. He is an amazing man who forgives all the crap I put him through on a daily basis. He works hard to support our family and is a wonderful father. I also want to mention how much I love my beautiful children. They try so hard to be good kids. I say this to soften the blow when I say “How hard can it be to look in a drawer and see what is inside it?”

Every time I fold laundry and hand it of to my kids or my husband, there seems to be only two possible actions for them. Either they shove everything into whatever drawer they come to first or they throw the clothes on the bed or floor. Then I inevitably hear the next day. “I can’t find any underwear,” or “Why is there a sandwich in my shirt drawer?”

Now, in the case of my children, I understand that their mental capacity is not yet great enough to use logic like: underwear in underwear drawer or unfinished sandwhich in the trash. But my beloved and extremely intellegent husband always replies with the response “I don’t know where anything goes.” When I ask him why he doesn’t try looking in the drawers, he gets this terrified look on his face like he had once found something worse than an old sandwich in his drawers. I don’t know how to combat that.

So for now I just keep asking them to put away the folded clothes and to my hubbies credit, if it is his clothes he does a great job, but we no longer try to move outside his comfort zone. My children on the other hand will often come back into my room 5 minutes later holding the folded clothes and proudly say “Here’s my dirty clothes mom. They were on the floor.”