I’m going crazy. Things are disappearing in the house. I don’t know about you, but when I start to lose things around the house, then it really makes me crazy until I find what is missing. I’ve been known to have something in my hand, get distracted by the kids, and leave the item I was carrying somewhere.
Surely, everyone has done that a time or two in their lives.
Right? Don’t tell me I’m the only one.
![]()
The dish has a small matching plate that is great for fruit and snacks. The other night, I started talking to my husband about the bowl as I was cleaning the other plastic dishes that the children used for snacks and dinner that day. We wash all the plastic plates by hand.
The conversation went just as it had the night before.
Surely, everyone has done that a time or two in their lives.
Right? Don’t tell me I’m the only one.
I usually find what I’m missing sooner or later. It’s the later part that starts to drive me nuts, and the longer it takes for me to find what I misplaced, the more obsessed I become over the item.
My latest obsession is over a cheap, plastic dish with farm animals on it. As soon as I noticed it was missing, I started looking under beds, furniture, cubbies in the play kitchen; in the toy box; and in any place that I could think of as to where it could be.
I use the dish for cereal and snacks for the kids. It’s not a special bowl by any means, but I’ve never misplaced it in the five years that it’s been sitting in my sink until now. I searched for days for this bowl. It’s now going on two weeks that the dish is missing.
I use the dish for cereal and snacks for the kids. It’s not a special bowl by any means, but I’ve never misplaced it in the five years that it’s been sitting in my sink until now. I searched for days for this bowl. It’s now going on two weeks that the dish is missing.
The dish has a small matching plate that is great for fruit and snacks. The other night, I started talking to my husband about the bowl as I was cleaning the other plastic dishes that the children used for snacks and dinner that day. We wash all the plastic plates by hand.
The conversation went just as it had the night before.
“I don’t understand where the &*@% that dish is. I’ve looked under everything I can think of, and it’s NOWHERE to be found,” I stated.
The answer was the same. “I’m sure it is somewhere.”
Gee, thanks for that profound statement.
Gee, thanks for that profound statement.
“Wait a minute. Where is the tiny, farm animal plate that matches the bowl? I don’t see it.” An expletive came out of my mouth, and I said, “I don’t understand. It’s not here either. I am losing my mind.”
Then in a flash, it all became clear. I remembered hearing the sound of the cabinet door closing where the trash can is located earlier that evening and seeing my daughter walk by my feet as I was cooking.
Baby Diva likes to clean up after herself. She’ll throw away her napkins and crumbs. We have laughed about her tidiness at such a young age and claimed she liked to be neat just like her daddy. Like a light bulb going off in my head, I immediately started digging through the trash.
There sat the plate right in the middle of the garbage.
Baby Diva likes to clean up after herself. She’ll throw away her napkins and crumbs. We have laughed about her tidiness at such a young age and claimed she liked to be neat just like her daddy. Like a light bulb going off in my head, I immediately started digging through the trash.
There sat the plate right in the middle of the garbage.
Wouldn’t you know? I’m not losing my mind after all. I just happen to have a toddler who likes to throw things away. We now bet that the farm animal bowl is sitting in a trash bag at the landfill. Either that or the dish ran away with the spoon.
![]()
I think I am missing a few of those, too.
![]()
I think I am missing a few of those, too.
Social Icons