It has been a looooong weekend. You would think the weather would be great at this time of the year and a long weekend from school and celebrating Easter would be awesome! Nope. Rainy and yucky all weekend. Kids were stuck inside, and therefore, by default, so were we. I shouldn't complain about the rain. It rarely happens and Colorado is extremely dry, which will of course result in wildfires, which will cause me to complain later!
Anyway, after spending the weekend chasing the children around, it struck me at all the places that I have and have not found my phone. I understand that this particular blog may be more my fault than the other blogs, but so be it. About a year ago, Josh and I made the jump to the 21st century and dropped our home phone. I haven't really missed it all that much, except for two small problems. One: we have terrible cell phone reception here. Whenever I talk to someone I have to confine myself to the front of the house. The dining room. Chair. In the window. And not move. Sometimes not breathe. So I cannot get ANYTHING done when I am on the phone. I would be better off with a dial and cord. At least most of those old phones were in the kitchen where I spend a large portion of my day.
Two: I have discovered, that if you misplace the cell phone, you cannot call it to listen for the ring if you don't have another phone from which to dial. You also can't call your husband to call you so you can listen for the ring. Hmmm. This would normally not be a problem if you weren't me and constantly either setting the silly thing down in the dumbest places or letting your children play with the phone. For the record, Josh and I have very different philosophies regarding cell phone usage. I believe that if it keeps them (the children) quiet for 5 seconds, let them play with it (have you seen Talking Tom?!). He does not. He is probably right. I would have FAR fewer problems with the phone and its missing status if I didn't let them haul it around with them. And kept it somewhere logical, like the counter. Or my purse. Which resembles Target, but smaller. A little smaller.
So in keeping with my title, here are a few places where my phone (and rarely Josh's) has turned up. Sheepishly, I have to say, most of these are my fault, but not all. I will leave the figuring out which ones are mine and which are not, up to you dear reader.
1. The back of the toilet.
2. The trash can in the bathroom.
3. Stuck behind the car seat in the car.
4. The walking trail.
5. Wedged between the seat and consul of the car.
6. A sweatshirt pocket thrown up in the top shelf of the closet.
7. The washer.
8. The dryer.
9. The toy box.
10. Abraham's room. Which, even after he cleans it up, looks like a bomb went off.
11. Gym bag.
12. Pantry.
13. In the toilet. The water was clean. And yes it still works.
14. Under the couch.
15. In the cushions. Of the couch, chair, bed. Upstairs and down.
16. Under my bed.
17. Under Scarlett's bed.
18. Under Ivy's bed.
19. Under James's bed. (Just for the record, I hate that there is an 's after s names.)
20. Under Abraham's bed.
21. The 'high' counter.
22. In the bed.
23. In the store room.
24. In the cat food.
25. In the dog food.
26. In the garage.
27. In the stroller.
28. In my purse after I swear I have checked it 37 times.
29. Under the car.
30. On the deck.
31. In the yard. On a rock.
32. At Starbucks.
33. On the running board of the car.
34. In papa's 4 wheeler.
35. In the boat.
36. Jeans pocket. Some 394 times.
37. In my hand.
38. In the cupboard. With the dishes.
39. In the gravel.
40. By the fire pit.
Also for the record, I have yet to really lose the phone. Mostly due to the fact that I bribe the children. Whoever can find my phone first gets a piece of candy or a quarter! Lucky kids!
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