Not again...

An interesting phenomenon has been occurring in my house for the last several years and I wasn't completely aware of it until today.



It was a normal Sunday in our house, we were just being lazy and messing around when I noticed it.



I wasn't too alarmed at first. I assumed that I was missing something. It has been known to happen. So, I looked around a little bit longer and decided that I had not missed anything, they really were missing.



GRR



I immediately asked my 9yo dd if she knew where they were.



"Who me? I don't know where they are. I haven't seen them in a while."



Yeah right.



"Go and get your sisters. I want them found, now." I replied very calmly. (okay, I was not calm, I was very perturbed and my voice might even have been a little louder than usual.)



I kept looking, thinking that I couldn't really be missing them and they were surely around somewhere. I mean, seriously, where could they go? They could not walk away on their own. I know this because when they are dirty they can sit around for a *very* long time.



The other girls came in about the time that I was really losing it and I might have said something like, "If those are not found this instant, there will be no more eating in this house, ever."



I was met with wide eyes and blank stares. There was also an amazing amount of, "We don't know where they are. Honest, mommy."



There was also a chorus of, "Maybe, they were put here or there. I will go check for them."



Then there was the sound of running feet throughout the house.



As I was standing in my kitchen, I was met with the patient gaze of my loving but completely unsympathetic husband. "Now honey, you know you can't not feed them! They will eventually have to be fed."

I was fine listening to him until he smirked. All bets were off then. If they were not found, then I would go on strike.

After all, if they could not even keep track of these little items, why should I have to cook? It sounded plausible in my head at the time. ;)

Moments later, the children all came back and all they had to show for themselves was one little find. AND it was DIRTY!!!

ugh

Now, either I am never feeding them again or I am never cooking again. Why can't I learn to keep my mouth shut? Do I really have to say *everything* that comes into my head? Actually, yes I think that I must. I might explode if I wasn't allowed to expel the thoughts that fly through my mind.

Anyway, as I met the worried stares of my offspring I had a choice to make. Was I really going to go through with my threats or was I going to just ignore the wanton disregard for these lost items?

I decided to do something different because another thought popped into my head and out of my mouth before I was able to shut it.

"Fine, don't find them; but, I am not buying any more and you can just figure out what to do without them." I said as I turned smugly around and served my self some soup.

By now, the children and my husband all think that I have gone insane, and they are probably right. But the thing is, this has happened before. It happened with the same items a few years ago and then it happened just last year with another item.




Now, my question is this. How can a family lose EIGHT BOWLS?????

Yes, that is right. My family lost 8 bowls. I'm sorry, 6 bowls. They found one and I found one. Throw them a party.

I am not talking make believe bowls or bowls that are for dolls, I am talking cereal bowls here. Real full sized bowls.

How does that happen?

Well, the last time this phenomenon occurred, I found them outside with the dog and the mud. Yeah. Those were the good bowls that I had found and I loved them. (if you know me at all, you know I have an obsession with dishes) They disappeared slowly and so I didn't notice it right away.

Today, however, it happened all at once and since no one in my house knows where they are I am calling it a true X-files moment.

I may even call Ripley's about it tomorrow. ;)