I KNEW there were lunch bags left.
The empty plastic bag they came in was right in front of me. And I had a vague memory of removing enough for at least that day.
A vague memory from less than five minutes before.
Side note: Please don’t hate me for being un-green, but we use paper lunch sacks. It’s a survival technique for this Slob Mama. And I tell
myself it’s better for the environment to throw away bio-degradable lunch sacks than to pollute the air with the schtank of moldy sandwiches and rotten apple cores left in a reusable lunch bag over the weekend. (Or longer . . . )
I know. We’ve tried. I also know from distinct memories of the Strawberry Shortcake lunch box of my own childhood. (And hey. I don’t use paper plates.)
Anyway, now that I’ve rationalized/justified our use of paper lunch sacks, I’ll get back to my Clutter Detective Story.
Friday morning, as I was straightening my not-that
-bad house, I put the medicine box back in the cabinet.
There, underneath . . . were five bags. I could only find one on Thursday, so those five bags were the exact number I needed AND DIDN’T HAVE for Thursday’s and Friday’s lunches.
So, just like any good detective (show) I flashed back to Thursday morning and figured out how this had happened.
(Scene shifts to black and white.)
A child needed his daily medicine. We were out. Just the day before I’d called to re-order, but it was too late . . . .
I was in the middle of making lunches, but as a good and caring (though forgetful and procrastinative) mother, I stopped what I was doing.
I yanked the medicine box (once a pirate box, but whatever) from the cabinet above and dug through it, hoping to find a bag (from a never-fully-unpacked overnight stay) with a stray pill.
I found one! Which totally makes me a Hero Mom, right?
But since I’m also a Slob Mom, I didn’t put the container back. Instead, I searched the kitchen for those blankety-blank magically disappearing bags.
And sent my kids to school with totally-embarrassing crinkled-up plastic shopping bags. Which really isn’t something Hero Moms do.
So I felt great/not-great when I found the disappearing lunch sacks Friday morning and solved this mystery.
Great because of the validation that I’m not technically crazy.
Not great because of the validation that I still randomly put things down and don’t put them away.
Now. If I were only as good at solving these mysteries BEFORE I’ve already found the item.