One of the weirdest things about being a Mom is that things around me always seem to disappear.
Tonight it's my slipper. Yep, I have one slipper and one cold foot.
This is not making me happy.
It happens all the time, things just disappear in my house and no one can tell me where they are.
The cordless phones are never in their holders, the scissors are NEVER in the kitchen drawer and I never have a pen that works when I need to take a message.
I can't even blame any one particular child for not putting stuff away because they will all just deny any knowledge of the missing object having ever existed in the first place.
I'm told that when my children leave home I will miss them.
And I can't help but think that while I might miss them I won't miss my things going missing.
Except of course by the time my kids leave the nest I'll probably be so old I'll be loony as a uh, loon.
And then I'll just be left missing my mind.