Nearly a week ago, I reported that Ruthie’s belt was missing. After an exhaustive search I had concluded the belt grew legs and took up residence in another home. Because a belt is part of her uniform for school, she was given a braided black belt to use. This was all fine and dandy, until she came to me and said, “Mom, I can’t find my belt.”.
You have got to be kidding me! This is the second belt in less than two weeks that has gone missing.
“Well, you better get to looking, because I don’t have another one.”
She looked for a short while and returned empty-handed. I told her I was fairly certain that I saw it thrown on her bed. I had been putting clean sheets on her bed, and I was fairly certain I put it away. I also suggested she look in various other places. I may have also mentioned that it wasn’t my fault if she was written up for lacking a belt, I didn’t lose it…twice!
Now this time she must have actually looked. She came back beaming. “I didn’t find the belt I was looking for, but I found this!” She was holding the belt she had originally misplaced. Apparently, it was under her bed the whole time and had never took up residence in another home as I had previously concluded.
Ruthie had her belt and that was enough drama for one morning. I wasn’t even going to bring up the fact that she was still missing another belt.
As Ruthie climbed into bed that night, I turned to close her closet doors. “Ruthie! Look what is in your closet – the other belt!”
“Oh. I thought the belt I was looking for was brown not black.”
You have got to be kidding me! It was in her closet, exaclty where it belonged.
But the story doesn’t end there. The same day I washed and placed clean sheets on Ruthie’s bed, I did the same in my room. While I was in there I picked up the dirty clothes that were thrown on the floor. And just for the record, they were not mine. Among the things that were discarded on the floor was two pair of pants with the belt still on them. I took the belts off the pants, put them away, and headed off to the laundry room with my pile.
This morning I heard, Dan, rummaging in our room. I was still trying to sleep and he was interrupting me. “What on earth are you looking for?”
“My belt. I can’t find it anywhere.”
“Did you look in the drawer where it belongs?”
What do you know? There it was.
Now, Dan and Ruthie, would both tell you that the cases of their missing belts was somehow my fault. I mean they were both perfectly organized and knew exactly where everything was, before I came along and messed up their system.
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Heaven help me.
Only At My House,