I think I have reached it – the edge, I mean.
Last night Honey was preparing to go run. We have discussed this new means for exercise accountability – he will go run and I will do my indoor walking video while he is gone (we can’t both leave, right?). I couldn’t find my video last night.
I looked for it all around the entertainment center as I cleaned up the stack of books KB had pulled out(for the third time that day)and, for some reason, didn’t have to clean up. Not there. I looked in drawers, under the couch, in the kitchen, on the floor of the back porch. These places sounds random but they are typically where one might find a missing object in my home.
Honey left to run. I sat down on the couch and cried harder than I have cried in AGES.
“Over Leslie Sansone?” my husband later asked.
NO over the fact that I spend every day with children who at any moment could pick up any random thing and move it to a place of mystery. Mystery because all three of my children are basically unable to communicate with me. I am ready to purge every inch of my house just so there is less to lose.
Pity party over.
Thank you for coming.
Watch your step on the way out.