April 13, 2011

• RWOTD {Vanish}

  There are things in my life that I wish WOULD vanish.
  
  The extra fat on my hips and stomach, for starters.  Did I miss the memo that said muffin tops are only en vogue at Starbucks?
  
  The dirt on my living room floor. (Ok, maybe I could do something about that one.)
  
  The last traces of snow that are hanging around.
  
  My craving for dessert and ice cream.
  
  My love for buying clothing and shoes. (Yes, kind of feeling a tad guilty for spending money at Forever 21 yesterday while at work. On more clothes. And a pair of boots. I am about ready to admit that I’ve got an issue.  I said ABOUT ready, not actually ready.)
  
  My selfishness.
  
  Yup, there are certainly a lot of things that I would love to see just go “poof”…up in smoke.

  
  
  
  But the days…they vanish so quickly.  And I want them to go more slowly.
  
  Its the morning rush…then the day flies by…then its supper time and bedtime and bam!!
  
  Another day is gone. I have no idea where it went.
  
  They run together in one long string and I feel like life is one long pattern of same-ness.

   
  
  
  Things that vanish…
  
  Those are almost as big of a mystery as the way that the days go whizzing by, leaving me gasping for air.
  
  We spent quite a long time on Sunday evening looking for the boys ball gloves. My brother came over to play ball with them, so for the first time this year, we needed to locate them.
  
  We checked the basement storage room, Derrick’s closet, Kendall’s closet, the toy room, the cabinet inside the front door…they were no where to be found.
  
  I can hear my Mother’s practical voice in my ear “Well, they’ve got to be SOMEWHERE!”
  
  And all of a sudden it hit me.  They are in the camper.  We take them along when we go camping and we never brought them in at the end of the year.

  Derrick went and got them and they both still fit.
  
  Fit like a glove.  (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha…)
  
  Derrick also reported that it did not seem as though the mice had done any major damage in the camper over the winter.  We’ll see about that when I open the drawers where I keep things like hot pads and dish cloths.
  
  Stuff disappears.
  
  And then it re-appears.
  
  And sometimes it seems as though no one was responsible.  But we all know that ball gloves and flash lights and mittens do not have legs.  Somebody must have done something with it.
  
  When questioned, all of the children seem to have been taken with a sudden case of amnesia.
  
  “I don’t know.  I didn’t have it.”
  
  Its their apathy about the whole situation that usually gets to me the most.
  
  Because they know that ultimately, they aren’t really responsible to find whatever it is. Of course Mom will help.
  
  The latest item in our household to fall victim to the vanishing act is my Pampered Chef scissors/shears.
  
  I have that handy dandy tool mounted right on my kitchen wall and I use it all.the.time!

  
  
  Just grab it and use it and PUT IT BACK.
  
  I always put it back! And the children know that rule as well….ALWAYS put Mom’s scissors back!
  
  But it is gone.  And oh, no, no one seems to know where it could possibly be??  No one seems to have remembered putting it anywhere unusual.
  
  If I send them to look, I can assure you that a half hearted effort will be put forth and they will come back reporting that “Nope, they couldn’t find it.”
  
  Which leaves me “handy dandy scissors-less” until it magically re-appears.
  
  From where, God only knows.

  
  
  Sometimes things vanish because you put them away at “such a good spot” that even you yourself can’t find them again.
  
  I tend to be a pro at that.
  
  I try to think ahead to how my thought process will work when I am going to be looking for said item at some future date.
  
  For example:  “OK, if you were Audrey Miller and 3 months from now you were looking for a flash drive back-up of your pictures, where would you look?”
  
  Yeah, I’m smart like that.
  
  And then I still sometimes cannot remember what my future-projected self told my prior self would be a good spot to put something.
  
  Anyway, this post is random and un-streamlined and needs to come to an end.
  
  I am rambling like a three year old girl. And yes, I would know what that sounds like.  I have one (a three year old rambler)  in my home right now.
  
  

  What do you WISH would vanish from your life?
  
  Or what has vanished that you want back or can’t for the life of you find?

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