If someone wanted to torture me to insanity, all they would have to do is cause me to lose one item a week.
I don’t lose things. Seriously. I systematically keep up with our stuff, although I admit with two boys and an absentminded Husband, it’s getting harder. It really bothers me when I can’t locate a missing sock. But Husband is the opposite extreme … he leaves stuff scattered all over town. But not me. We work hard for our stuff, and we have nice stuff, and I don’t like to lose or ruin things.
In sum, I’m what you call anal. (Very.)
This morning, I was loading the kids into the car and discovered one of TWO’s shoes is missing. He has exactly one pair of tennis shoes. They’re really nice shoes. We spent $36 on them, which isn’t a lot of money in the grand scheme of things, but for a one-year-old who is growing like crazy it kind of is. And now one of them has vanished … whine whine whine.
After searching and re-searching my car, I decided to give up for the time being and simply accept that TWO will be stuck wearing dress shoes until we can locate his missing New Balance shoe, or until we have the money for new shoes. I got irrationally upset over the whole ordeal, but then I found these (!!!) in my car and I cheered up immediately.
Meet … my holiday Fiestaware.
They bring glad tidings and great joy! Who cares if my child is shoeless.