Sometimes Sharing Sucks

I'm very frustrated this morning. John took our cool camera to a work retreat in Sundance. I've got photos I want to upload and blog about. I'm taking Katie and Leslie's kids to Boondock's this afternoon and I won't be able to take pictures (which is really the only thing I enjoy about going to places like that). These are the times that I really wish some stuff was my own.

My life is totally communal. Katie has picked through the jewelry I don't wear, John is always complaining that he can't use "my" laptop and even the dog jumps into my dirty clothes and snuggles up for a nap. Of course, it's not one-sided. I wear Katie's hair stuff when I'm cleaning and I will throw on John's Boston Red Sox crocs when I can't find mine. As for Bailey, well...no one wants his stuff, so I guess he gets off scot-free.

I think it's funny that we force little kids to share their toys. I worked as a teacher for a program called Mom's Morning Out for 2 - 3 year olds while Katie attended preschool at the other end of the building. We were constantly trying to teach the kids to share with each other. One time, a wise little boy said to me, "Why do I have to share? I don't even like him."

We spend our growing-up years having to give everything away and our adult years trying to get everything back. I can't even begin to tell you how many DVDs I've lent out that I'm still trying to track down. My poor parents have books and costumes that I know they'll never see again. My mom lent out the score to a musical she wrote that someone never returned! But then again, that was kind of a dumb move on her part...sorry, Mom!

Yeah, this is an ornery post. I'm sure I'll feel better once I get my... I mean, "OUR" camera back.