I asked the child on laundry duty that day if she’d
mistakenly sorted my jeans into someone else’s pile. She said no.
So I scoured my closet to make sure they hadn’t fallen among
the boxes of wrapping paper and presents hiding there (original place to hide
gifts, I know). No luck.
Now, losing small items in the laundry, like socks, is a normal
occurrence. I simply treat the remaining
sock as if its partner is there, knowing that the rogue sock will turn up eventually
(usually). Sometimes it takes awhile, often
showing up under a bed or stuck inside another item of clothing.
But pants? I’m no
waif. We’re talking size 14 women’s
jeans here. There’s no way they were
sucked into the pipes or blown out the dryer vent or static-clung to the inside
of a sleeve.
I guess stranger things have happened, though. Like random shoes on the side of the
highway. How does someone lose a shoe on
the side of a highway? Were they
sleeping with one leg hanging out the window?
I don’t know.
Anyway, back to the jeans.
I knew they had to be in the house somewhere – unless there really is
some supernatural, clothes-snatching phenomenon at work – so I checked my
daughter’s room and found them in a pile of clean laundry still waiting to be
put away. Mystery solved. And it only took me two weeks.
I’m thankful that my children help with laundry. Now it’s time to teach them how to find
things. And put stuff away. Wish me luck with that.
