Hello Wall, Meet my head

I love being a parent, I really do, but please, will someone tell me what happened to my articulate, careful ten year old?  Can someone please explain to me how I have been saddled with this eleven year old child with hormones, attitude and absolutely no common sense at all.

A good example  of this is tonight.  As all parents who have children who have to wear a white shirt to school know; no matter how much you scrub your child the colours and cuffs get filthy.  K has worn a white shirt every day since she was four and a half and I have tried everything to get them clean and the best product on the market is probably the oldest, it is green fairy household soap.  Anyway, it is K’s job to rub the soap into her shirt before I wash it.  Tonight she could not find the soap.  I asked her through gritted teeth how she had managed to lose the soap as she is the only one who uses it.  She then blanched and said ‘When I rubbed the soap in Tuesday, I wrapped the soap up in my shirt so I didn’t forget to put it away” she went on “ I left the shirt in the sink so it didn’t drip everywhere”.  How thoughtful you might think, what a good girl, she will put it away and all will be fine.

Nothing of the sort.

She went off into K’s world, doing K’s thing and forgot about it.  2 hours later when I am collecting up the whites from our laundry bins and putting the washing on, I scoop up said shirt and bung it in with the rest.  You guessed it, I have washed the flipping soap and it is all gone!

Head –> Wall –> bang repeatedly!