Exactly! Where is it?! That’s what I’d really like to know.
You see, in recent weeks, I have been dependent on others to do my chores when I am feeling poorly, which is about 75% of the time. My son Adam hauls all my trash to the transfer station and all my bottle recyclables plus he mows the lawn. My sister Kim does dishes, folds laundry, makes beds, and cleans carpeting. My daughter Laurel also does dishes, vacuums, pushes laundry, goes grocery shopping, etc.
And everything goes swimmingly until something goes missing as has happened just a few times. Today, Laurel was with me for the day as she waited for her car to be repaired.
me: Say, Laurel, do you remember what you did with my Air Fryer pan?
Laurel: Your what?
me: My pan. I need it. It goes with my Air Fryer.
Laurel: I don’t remember.
me: Well, if you were putting it away today where would you put it?
Thus begins a massive search, which yields nothing.
Laurel: Oh it will turn up.
Me: Yes, but sooner would be better than later.
Are you also responsible for my missing waffle fabric tea towel? I found it folded in 16ths in the stack of facecloths.
Laurel giggles but says it wasn’t she who did the creative folding.
My long-handled tea spoons showed up in the back of the cutlery drawer. Everyone should know by now that they belong in the corner china cupboard!
When chatting with my sister, she says that probably my parents have a hand in this. Did your parents ever say ominous things like “Someday you’ll know what I’m talking about!” or “I hope you get a kid just like you!”
Well both of mine did! It was not so many years ago that I was staying with my grandmother in my parents’ home while they got away to the lake for a week or two. I liked nothing finer than getting those two organized. ツ
One day, not long after their return, I received a call from my mother. She said with a fair amount of curtness:
What did you do with my trays?
me: Where did you keep them?
Mother: In the bottom drawer of the kitchen buffet.
me: Ohhh! Well I put those upstairs in the bottom drawer of my old dresser.
Stone cold silence...
Mother: You mean I have to run upstairs every time I want a tray?
me: Well, that bottom drawer of your buffet is prime real estate and you don’t use your trays that often.
I think I heard a deep sigh.
Later that weekend, when I was hauling their trash for them, my father got in on the interrogation with a question of his own.
Father: What did you do with the oil I’ve been saving?
me: Now, Dad, you know it’s not legal to do what you do with it. (Dear Reader, don’t ask!)
Father: Where is it?!
me: I took it down to the fire station for recycling.
If looks could kill... 😕
So I guess that I deserve whatever little trials I am experiencing with lost items and I probably owe my parents an apology. No, that's a definite: I owe them an apology. I sure hope, however, that my Air Fryer pan shows up!