Wandering.

I find myself wandering throughout my house, often.

I find myself asking where a variety of items have gone.

You see, my children are like those little sticky hands you used to get out of a vending machine. They touch things, and most often, without noticing, wander off with it.

Then like goldfish, they instantly forget where it went.

As I type this I can hear my youngest one with my tape measurer, measuring the kitchen floor ala Bob the Builder.

In ten minutes after I forget she is using it, she too, will forget where she put it.

It's a vicious cycle. One that happens on the daily.

Now I can hear my other daughter beg to use the tape measurer.

That's the other thing. These kids have more toys than a goddamn FAO Schwartz, and they will fight over scissors, a tape measurer, a box.

I digress, it is like the minute I put something down, my children are grifters. Swiftly coming in behind me and picking up said item and retreating. Like the Italian Job, they just take the safe from underneath, no one the wiser.

They have convinced me I am losing my mind.

I know I just put my hairbrush down I plead. My children look just as bewildered as they stare, blankly back at me.

Dare say shocked. Like the hairbrush grew legs and walked away. They are literally just as surprised as me that the hairbrush is gone.

This is why I have decided I need 5 of EVERYTHING.

Guess what?

Still can't find anything.

If you need me, I will be wandering...

Xoxo,

C.