Where is the Magic?

Dear Diary

OK. So what is the fascination with my things?

They are ordinary things.

Lipstick, make-up, foot creams, brushes, hairclips, nailclippers, CD's, my cellphones.

So - why do I find them all over the house?

Where I DID NOT LEAVE THEM??

Call me obsessive-compulsive. Maybe I am turning into my mother as I grow older (goodness knows, I have heard the familiar echo of her voice many a times while shrieking at the kids)..

But I like my things neat. And tidy. And packed away.

So why, why do my children find them a source of endless treasure???

Does my daughter not have her own CD games? So why are my disks forever lying around?

Does she not have her own manicure set/roll-on/hair brush (oh no, hang on with the brushes, this is unique - I found 4 in The Lord & Master's car over the weekend - he drops the kids in the morning and that seems to be optimum hair brush moment for Princess 1).

Why are the lounge scatter cushions the best thing for a doll's tea party...on the floor?

Is it OK to learn to walk around the mess instead of bitching about it all the time? Even though this means by 14:00 I can apply to be a star on Clean House?

I am afraid I will never get used to it. This is a VERY HARD THING.

And that my family will never learn.

Is it possible for one husband and his brood to SO continuously miss the (open) laundry basket upon undressing before a bath?

But then again, this is the MAGIC house.

Because things pack themselves away by MAGIC.

Beds make themselves by MAGIC.

The laundry washes, dries and promptly hangs themselves up by MAGIC.

The clothes and toys MAGICALLY jump off the floor and hop back into the cupboards.

Breakfast, lunch and dinner MAGICALLY appear on set times.

Children MAGICALLY get fed, bathed and dressed for bedtime.

So, is it fair that Mommy needs a bit of MAGIC herself to survive?