This seems to be an all too common theme in my life these days. Things go missing in our house, then just as I find something, something else goes missing!
I am not certain who the culprit is. I don’t think it’s my husband as he appears to suffer from the very same affliction that I have. I used to think it was a menopause thing but again, I refer to my significant other.
Maybe it’s just that we are both trying to juggle too many balls in the air, or perhaps we are just too busy running from one thing to the next that we don’t take the time to think about what we are doing.
My other theory is that, when the kids moved out, some evil little gnome with a twisted sense of humour moved in, & is playing a hilarious game of hide & seek at our expense.
My most recent loss was some outdoor cushions for a couple of chairs in our yard. With winter finally giving in to spring, we took on the task last weekend of dragging out the outdoor furniture & getting the patio area ready to enjoy the season. We soon realised that we were missing two cushions for our adirondack chairs, not a complete surprise!
Let the game begin!
After searching through a mound of “treasures” in our garage (trust me, that is a post for another time), I came up empty-handed. The search continued inside for another brief period until I gave up, mostly because it was too nice outside to be on a search & rescue mission in the house.
Because this game is played on a regular basis in our household, I was certain they would turn up sooner or later, no need to panic! The best part of this game from the evil gnome’s perspective, is that we keep going back to the same key spots in hopes that the items we are looking for somehow grew legs and will magically reappear exactly where we thought they should be in the first place.
Much to my disappointment, each time I revisited these spots, still no cushions!
I can see you smiling right about not as I can pretty much guarantee you have done exactly the same thing on occasion! This used to drive me crazy but I am learning to “not sweat the small stuff” so I just go about my business until I uncover the mystery of where they ended up.
The good news is that I found my cushions the other day, right where I left them. They were tucked away in our basement exactly where I placed them last fall when I packed them up. Upon seeing them, I was reminded as to why I had placed them there in the first place, so that no little creatures would use them as a nest for the winter.
Score one for me!
The bad news is I’ve lost a pair of cycling shorts! The search continues!