Having kids around is never finding things where they should be.
Since having young kids around I’ve begun to notice I don’t question my surroundings much anymore.
The toilet paper roll holder just disappeared about a week ago. I never even questioned its whereabouts. I’ve learned that doing so often leads to blinding white pain in my temples so I’ve become a little less inquisitive in such matters.
I’ve begun to live like I imagine one would with a ghost. What? The vacuum hose is missing? Okay- I’ll do the carpet later. A day later- after I trip over it getting the dog food- oh hey! It’s back! I guess I’ll clean the carpet now.
I think I’ll get worried when the dog disappears, I kinda like her. Oh… and the toilet paper spring holder? It appeared in the box of Q-Tips.