I’m fairly obsessive compulsive about some things.
Everything has an order and a “place” in our house. I could tell you, specifically, about the two toy components Lola (or we) have lost throughout her lifetime. I could tell you the exact order of her clothing that is now hanging up in her closet. I could tell you, correctly, the location of all of her books and toys at this very moment.
But yesterday, I could not find her pink sippy cup.
She has four sippies: two blue, one green, one pink.
The pink one was missing (thank goodness it wasn’t the green one).
So I began hunting it down.
I tore apart the cabinets. I looked under the seats in the car. Pulled out the couches, double-checked (and triple-checked) the dishwasher and refrigerator. I looked under her bed, our bed, in all of the closets … everywhere I could think of.
And after an hour or so, I chalked it up, reluctantly, as lost. I mentally blamed Ray, and made a note to buy more sippies one of these days.
This morning, I got to work. I went to put my string cheese in the breakroom fridge … and found the pink sippy cup.
- Bethany :)