I’m sure you’ve heard the expression “He’d lose his head if it wasn’t attached.” Well, that is so not me. I take pride in my organizational abilities. I like to arrange things. I have places to store most everything.
But lately….. I don’t know what the problem is. Actually, I think I do know what the problem is. She’s small, cute, 17 months old and she moves things. In the last month we have lost (and later found after varying lengths of time in some really weird places.) 2 juggling balls, our physics book, our Greek text book, and my older dd’s Bible.
This morning, I got in the van at my usually ridiculously early hour to go to the Y. I checked for my headphones. Not there. Oh yeah, I accidentally wore them up into the house on Monday morning. Back upstairs. No headphones. Went to the Y mad. I exercised some of my irritation out. I was feeling somewhat better when we sat down to start our school day and now our Westminster Confession book is missing! AUGGH!!!!!!!! I feel like I’m losing my mind.
My pride is fading. To those of you who lose things, I promise I will no longer think it is your own fault. I will have more compassion when dh loses something and goes ballistic.
Now I better go look in the refrigerator for my headphones. And get more coffee.