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Wednesday, August 24, 2005Where's the Milk?I hope this isn't a sign that my entire day is going to be somewhat "off." The children had already finished their breakfast when I got around to tossing some organic peanut butter cereal in my own bowl. The milk wasn't in the fridge, but that wasn't unusual, since "clean up time" wasn't finished yet. I fully expected the milk to be sitting on the kitchen table along with the scrunched napkins and not-quite-empty bowls. Except the milk wasn't there. I'm well known for brain farts, so I immediately assumed that one of my children had succumbed to a genetic propensity for one. I checked both the freezer and the pantry for the missing gallon of milk. It wasn't in either place. I checked the floor, the bench, and the seats of the chairs. I looked inside the garbage pail. I peeked out in our screened-in porch. I questioned any child I could find. Nobody knew where the milk was. Soon Daddy and both girls were helping me search for the elusive milk. Within seconds, Maggie called out, "Here's the milk!" And she pulled it out from the cabinet underneath the sink. Yep. It was right in there with the Windex, dishwashing detergent, and plant food. I can only imagine what my reaction would have been if I had found the milk at lunch time, after it had sat there for four hours. Or worse yet -- if I had found it the next morning at breakfast time. It's a good thing I was running a bit late with my cereal this morning. I've figured out what happened, too. Jonathan had used the dustpan and brush to sweep the crumbs off of the table. In returning them to their place under the sink, he just keep moving in auto-pilot and slapped the milk under there, too. I'm absolutely certain that's what happened; our brains are wired the same way (poor kid). I'm hoping my day becomes less weird from this point. |
About Me
I am: Mother to five stunningly individualistic children... Writer of young adult fantasy... Passionate advocate for Women At Home... Madly in love with my husband... In need of Organic Gourmet Chocolate on a regular basis. I've got a Paypal account if you'd like to contribute to the cause....
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6of my readers are feeling chatty:
HEHHEHHE I have so been there done that! I can't remember what i was putting away the other day but I caught my self trying to put it in the Freezer. LOL and it was not something that is suppose to go in the freezer LOL
Oh yes, this is a daily occurance at our house. I won't retell the story of how we discovered the lunchmeat had been placed in the pantry rather than the refridgerator.........
I once spent forever looking for my purse. It was dangling from my shoulder in the entire time.
lol, thats a funny post, definately something I can relate to :-)
Funny--my life in a nutshell. I hope you chock it up to your creative writerly brain that couldn't possibly be expected to produce intricate story lines and keep track of EVERYTHING else in your life. My husband doesn't buy it...
Kathie
Thanks for a well-written, thoughtful post. You have a lovely writing voice. I enjouyed a chance to share your experience with you.
smiles,
me-Liz
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