Last Seen in the Vicinity of a Child

Living with three children is a lot like riding out a tornado in a mobile home.  Kids blow into a room, and in a matter of minutes, everything not anchored down is toppled, trashed or relocated.  There you are, standing in the ruins of your living room, scratching your head and wondering where the heck your remote control got tossed and hoping upon hope that the TV survived.  And you don't even want to think about how you're going to get the stains off the ceiling.  Sometimes things can be put back into place within a few minutes, and sometimes things get so far blown off course, that they are not found for days-- if ever.

I spent the better part of this morning crawling around the downstairs looking for a lost library DVD already a day overdue.  It was last seen on the dining room table, securely in its case and awaiting return, on Sunday afternoon.  However, this morning when it was time to take it back, it was nowhere to be found.

A few weeks ago, my eyeglasses disappeared.  I placed them on the bathroom counter before stepping into the shower.  While Andrew cried outside the door, I quickly washed and got out.  I was in there less than 10 minutes, and yet, in that short time, with what seemed like an occupied and accounted for toddler nearby, my glasses disappeared.  I haven't seen them since.

The list goes on.  Currently missing are: 1 bag of straws, 3 sippy cup lids, 13 single socks, 1 navy blue school tie, 2 pieces from a 500 piece puzzle, 1 pair of toddler Crocs, 1 white uniform polo shirt, 1 notebook, 1 Diary of a Wimpy Kid book, 2 hooded sweatshirts and 3 pacifiers.  And that's just the stuff I've been looking for.  God only knows the complete list.

The worst part of all this is that today, my sense of humor seems to be missing in action as well.  If anyone finds that important item, please send it back immediately.  I can't live without it.