I am the person in this house who is responsible for finding things. It doesn’t matter what is missing, or even if it isn’t missing, everyone – and I mean everyone – yells “Denise (or mom) have you seen….?” And I either immediately reply with ….’s whereabouts. Or, I immediately get up and find it – usually within a few moments of looking. It’s my job and I’m so good at it that nobody ever bothers to look for anything at all. They just ask me where it is.
Yesterday was a very long day. I had something like eight phone calls on top of the zillion emails and all of the other stuff I do every day. I was tired. I twittered that I was going to log off, without packing any boxes again because I was just that tired. More twittering occurred and I changed my mind and decided I could pack just one box. (My goal right now is one box a day…)
I got up. I packed three boxes. All of the purple books from the bookshelf. I needed the packing tape. I went to the bedroom and looked on the grandma cubby, on my bedside table, in my bedside table, in the living room on the entertainment center, in the dining room on the bookshelf. All places where tape is routinely found. No tape.
I looked around the office. I looked inside of my desk. I looked inside TW’s desk. I looked in the little red IKEA box that holds spare pens, glue and office supplies. I looked in the plastic bins stacked in the office, full of stuff we’re planning to sell on eBay or on Amazon. I looked in the little red basket that sits on my desk top. No tape.
I gave up and went to bed. TW and I bought packing tape this morning. That tape is still in the trunk of the car.
Just a moment ago, I came out of the bedroom and into the office and there is the tape. On my desk. Right in front of me. The place where I sit every single day for at least 12 hours a day. Right there. In front of me. Click the picture, you’ll see it.
We may be in trouble because I appear to be losing my touch.
Funny. 🙂
I usually find that when I stop doing something, someone else stars doing it.
When I went back to work, I stopped folding laundry. I still throw it in the washer/ dryer, but then I leave it out in a basket and Ido folds it when he comes home. So it gets done, but not by me.
There IS a chance that TW will now acquire some of the superpowers that you have apparently lost.
I’m not so much worried that you’re losing your touch….just don’t tell me that you’re losing your mind sweetie. Hey, you’re working some pretty long hours….focusing on several demanding things every day….possibly not enough sleep….Are you eating properly? Hello? I have other questions too…..
You are only ONE person…..even if you do the job of ten….
Mother’s Day is coming up……DEMAND A DAY OF REST!!!!
Ha! That’s such a ME thing to do. I’m amused that you are also packing your books among the first items.
Do not talk about packing tape. Or about trying to find it. Not even the finder in my family (thirdson) can ever find the tape. Therefore you are absolved, and you still have your powers. They just need to rest. I know there is no time. Take a half a day anyway.
Laughing at the idea of Denise eating properly.
damn packing tape…I had my own run-in with some this weekend, trying to tape a light saber that’s had one too many battles.
Thanks for the comment on my blog! Maybe we should start a detective agency specializing in identifying wayward poop!
xoxo
tcb