
My 7yo wanted to make scrambled eggs for breakfast.
I looked in the sink.
I looked in the dishwasher. I looked all over the counters, on the table, EVERYwhere.
The skillet was missing. We’ve been surviving with only one egg skillet for quite a while now. And as long as I run the dishwasher every night, I pretty much know that it will be clean when I need it.
But its little spot in the dishwasher was empty.
And my pretty blue skillet was nowhere to be found. I even called hubby. I try to not bother him unless it’s truly important, and I felt this was. I couldn’t believe that it had just disappeared into thin air.
And then I looked in the cabinet. You know, the one where it’s supposed to be.
There it was. When he made his eggs, he washed the skillet and immediately put it away.
I have issues.
great story, my mom asks me a lot where things are and they are where they SHOULD be…SHOCKER! 🙂
Hahaha, I would have done the EXACT same thing!
We are often surprised to find things where they belong. That after spending time looking everywhere else. In our house it's shoes. "Wow, my shoes are in the closet! How'd that happen?!"
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Too funny! I would probably do the same thing, though I am usually telling the kids if they can't find something they should look where it belongs. If we try to keep things where they belong they might actually get found, right???
Don't know how I missed this when you posted it; this is soooo me! If something has a designated spot that is always that last place I look. I'm a slob; why would it be where it's supposed to be? LOL
I am reading through your posts from the very beginning (I know, I KNOW you said to do it the other way around, but I get to do what I want) 🙂 and I have refrained from commenting several times ’cause, ya know… these are old an’ all…
I laughed OUT LOUD at my office over my lunch on this… I totally did the EXACT same thing to my Hubby… I started methodically putting things away…. and he lost his cooking knife and his favorite skillet lid… ’cause they were where they are suppose to be…
It happens to me all the time! I remember telling my mother as a child that if I put things away I wouldn’t find it anymore. I liked to have everything on my bed, because I liked to SEE everything I had. (Somehow I still could do homework and sleep in my bed, I guess I was small and there was room for both me and my stuff?)