I have been accused of being Type A. As I’ve previously stated, I’m not. I’m a scatterbrain who has taught herself to put things away so that she can QUIT LOSING THEM! When I lose things, I fixate on finding them. It REALLY bugs me when I do a good job of it and can’t ever find them. I lose my mind a little bit whenever there is an object that I cannot find. WickedHubby does a lot of traveling. That’s why I label things. He will know where to get or put back whatever he needs when he comes home, and when he leaves I won’t go nuts because he put something somewhere obscure. We forgo a lot of arguments that way.

Most recently, the items that were missing were my daughter’s patent leather mary janes. She was SUPPOSED to wear them with her Halloween costume (Ladybug) but instead had to wear her Velcro sneakers. Very not cool. I looked for these bad boys for WEEKS. I was mad because I knew WG’s feet were going to outgrow them soon. IMHO, patent leather mj’s are the best girly shoe out there. If I could, I would wear them myself. I do, but they have heels on them now. Anyhow, I searched far and wide for these shoes. It was a quest, and I wasn’t going to rest until it was realized. I went through almost all 7 of the stages of grief (Shock/denial, pain/guilt, anger/bargaining, depression, upward turn, reconstruction, and acceptance). I was working on reconstruction and moving on when I left my house to go on a trip to NH to visit my family. I took WG’s carseat out of the car and put it on the ground. It wouldn’t sit right, so I looked underneath it. THERE THEY WERE! The mj’s were lodged up underneath there somehow. I’d looked under there several times and do not know why I didn’t see them. But by the grace of God, I started my vacation with my girl’s mary janes in hand. Thank you St. Anthony! Prayer answered.