Yesterday evening I went to the refrigerator to get out some cheeseball I'd taken out of the freezer this week. I couldn't find it.
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"Did you happen to take the cheese ball into your bedroom?"
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"No, Mom. I'm turning it around and I'm not doing that anymore. I'd tell you if I'd taken it."
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I spent the next 15 minutes searching the refrigerator and cupboards, trying to figure out where I might have placed it and wondering if I was losing my mind. Daughter watched.
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This morning the men came to install our new windows. I was told they'd arrive between 9 and 10, and they were here before 9 (I'd just gotten back from taking Daughter to her program and stopping at the grocery store.) It's 2 hours later and the windows are all in. They have to finish the trim outside and vacuum inside. They're gone to lunch right now. Anyway, I went into Daughter's room to make it easier for them to move things out of the way. I discovered all kinds of things:
- The almost empty container from the cheeseball.
- The cardboard that had held a 6 pack of applesauce together.
- Several spoons.
- Numerous food wrappers.
- Chocolate cereal.
- DVD's floating around loose in bags (a never ending battle).
Daughter has some work to do this evening. Sigh.
2 comments:
Mmmmmm! Cheese balls!
How about leaving the empty wrappers and the other evidence in a prominent spot in her room for her to discover when she comes home? Say nothing, just deposit it there and wait for her reaction.
I could leave the evidence on her bed, but that would involve digging it out of the trash. I think I'll just say, "I was in your room today." She'll know what I'm talking about.
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