See this lizard? It represents what I have started to refer to as The Curse. You see, I have this uncanny ability to find things. It's very handy when I'm looking for something important that I have lost, but it's a curse when my children have lost something important that I wish would stay lost. Case in point: about a year and a half ago, J Boo insisted on carrying this lizard around with her EVERYWHERE. As is typical with any small child, she would drop it somewhere in the house and, after several hours, realize she no longer had it on her person. Drama and tragic wailing would ensue, along with, "Find it, Mama!"
Enter The Curse. I would look everywhere I knew she had been playing, and everywhere she could possibly have been playing, and I would somehow find it. Every stinking time. I took her with me to IKEA a while back to meet a friend. As we were walking through the housewares, J Boo discovered that Lizard was missing. Where she dropped it, I had no idea. I was sure it was gone. She was devastated. And when J Boo is devastated, I go into search and rescue mode. We backtracked very carefully, looking down on the floor or on top of the displays. And there it was, a little black from other shopping carts running over it a couple of times, but still in one piece. I could not believe it.
It happens every time. Just two days ago, J Boo could not remember where she left a little toy mouse she had been playing with. We were on our way out the door, and it HAD to come with us. Could she find it? No. Could I find it? No. Or so I thought. On the way out the door, I turned my head back over my shoulder to encourage J Boo to hurry up and...there it was. That damn mousie thing was behind the massage chair.
It's a curse, I'm telling you.
8 comments:
In my family it is my husband that has that particular curse. I had the curse of always, always losing things. It drove my mom crazy. I'm a little bit better now...I think.
I saw your head turning in slow motion as you looked over your shoulder. In my mind I screamed, "Nooo!" like it was a horror show.
This is fabulous. Write more, please. I know you have stories and love the way you tell them.
Haha. You are such a nice mom to look for her toys like that.
My curse is that I'm usually right. That might sound weird and like it shouldn't be a curse, but it really is. Maybe it's just because I am cynical so the world tends to follow my negative thoughts...?
Briahna
So good to see you writing again :)! We have similar issues with Isabella's squinkies. I'd really like to murder whoever invented those...
I don't laugh often but I like your sense of humor and respect your mommy attitude. I am not as nice as you though. I hide the books my daughter makes me read over and over (especially the ones I dislike). And yes I have the same curse.
That stuffed sequined day-glow unicorn has gone on a permanent vacation maybe.
My question to you is, why don't you just throw them in the D.I. box? That's what I do.
Michelle, I don't put them in the D.I. box because the kids have the same curse, but only when it comes to finding my D.I. stash.
Frustrating isn't it. We had one kid who always managed to remember exactly where his toys were. We'd put him down to bed, he'd ask for a toy or stuffed animal that he'd been playing with earlier in the day. My usual response would be, "I have no idea where it is". He'd quickly reply with something like, "Oh, it's under the couch. It slid under there when..."
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