Hudini

Normally I don't blog during the day. When the boys are napping, it's my sacred two hours to do whatever I please. I usually have some kind of list in my head by this point, and go to town, trying to complete whatever I feel like.

Today is different.

I put the boys down for their naps, and I'm just going to sit here and not move a muscle. I have, in fact, scoured every inch of my home, and I care not to see any more of it.

This morning I wanted to go to Disneyland. And I totally was on the ball. Diaper bag packed: diapers, snacks, that 25 cent car that the humans fight over, and two books. Ya know, in case the world comes to an end, we were prepared. Children fed, clothed, and looking as not-homeless as possible. We were ready to go.

I couldn't find my car key.

Key = singular, not plural = stupid.

Between all of the creatures that roam my abode, it could be anywhere. So, as much as I loved digging through the trash, touching heavens knows what, I don't know if I was happy or sad that I didn't find it in there this time. Read: this time. I looked through laundry, in the fridge, in the cupboards, in the toy boxes, in the dishwasher, in the laundry machine, under the couches, under the rugs, under the beds, behind curtains, behind bookshelves, and in the trash. Again. Just for good measure.

"Hey J, remember the key that I took away from you five million times yesterday, and asked you to not touch, because it was very important, and I didn't want you to loose it, so I asked you to NOT TOUCH IT ANYMORE SO YOU WOULDN'T LOOSE IT? BECAUSE IT'S VERY IMPORTANT!?" I asked him in one swift breath.

"No."

It doesn't exist. It obviously vanished into thin air, since my two year old seems to have no recollection of it ever existing.