After burning my taste buds off with mouthwash(is there anyone out there who can swill that stuff without their eyes watering? If you exist, please tell me your secret!), I headed through the house doing my final checks before heading to bed. All the lights inside were off. The children were snoozing peacefully. The outside light was still on for when Hubs returned from work. The doors were locked. Off to bed I went.
I creeped into the bedroom so that I wouldn't wake my sleeping Sugar Plum in her playpen, took off my glasses and placed them on the nightstand, and crawled into the blankets to
The next morning, Sugar Plum had a doctor's appointment for her 18 month well check. The alarm went off, but I pushed snooze. Sugar Plum, who had moved from the playpen to the crib that is sidecarred to our bed during the night, awoke and started yelling for her Sissy who just happened to already be hanging out in the living room reading a book (be still my book lover's heart). I changed her diaper, let her down and decided that I would take five more minutes to rest before
When the snooze went off five minutes later, I discovered that I had actually dozed back off during the short interval between alarms so I had to shake off that thin layer of grogginess that settles on a person when a short burst of sleep springs itself upon them. I climbed over Hubs who was snoring quite enthusiastically, slid on my slippers and reached for my glasses. When I slid them on my face, something wasn't right. My left eye seemed to still be blurry. I though t I just needed to rub my eyes, but when I reached up to do just that, I realized that there was NOT a lens in that side of my glasses! No biggie, it must have just popped out when I put the glasses down on the nightstand, right? I turned around and looked. It wasn't there. Okay, so it fell in the floor. Nope. Oy. Not a great way to start a morning, but I figured it had to be lying somewhere nearby.
Fast forward to two days later and here I sit, leaning in as far as my poor back will allow into the computer screen, squinting so much my eyes look nearly closed as I type this blog entry. *sigh*
I have systematically dismantled my entire bedroom and that lens is absolutely, positively nowhere to be found in there! I pulled the mattress and box spring off the bed, pulled every bit of furniture away from walls, and swept every square inch of the floor. I have shaken the rugs, the sheets, and every bit of clothing that was lying in a laundry basket waiting to be put away. I even pulled every.single.drawer out of the nightstands and dresser and emptied them ALL. Nada.
So, last night I moved on to the living room and the bathroom. Chairs and the couch were moved, cushions removed, toy bins emptied, bookshelves cleared off. Still zilch.
Today, I went into the laundry room and scoured the shelves and picked up and shook every piece of dirty clothing that was in there. Nothing!
All that is left is the kitchen and the children's bedroom. I'm completely discombobulated (I love that word!). I am positive the lens was still there when I went to bed which would mean that logically the lens would have been somewhere IN the bedroom. Obviously, this lens scoffs in the face of logic because here I sit, barely able to see anything. I'm wishing (since I cannot go to get new glasses until late next week) that maybe, just maybe during that five minutes where I dozed off, Sugar Plum may have grabbed the glasses, carried them around the house and put them back sans the lens. This could give me hope, unless she put the lens in the trash (that has been carried off) where I've recently discovered some refrigerator magnets and books that she decided she wanted to "put away."
The good news is that all that deep cleaning housework that I had been putting off is getting done, and in record speed. FlyLady would be proud.
Have you ever lost something and not been able to find it?
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Never like that! I still think you have a ghost who's messing with you. LoL!
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