…and everything in its place.”
It’s a nice saying, but it sure doesn’t apply to my house.
Things just migrate around here. I try to keep some semblance of order, but with an almost-four-year-old and an almost-two-year-old, it’s a losing battle. Toys and clothes appear in the strangest places. Matthew’s blankie often shows up in the bathroom basket where we keep bar soap. I got into bed a few weeks ago and found a Matchbox car in the sheets.  That, I should add, was preferable to encountering a plastic frog in the same place (call me a sissy, but I actually screamed at that one).
But the prize for odd object/location pairing has to go to this:
When I rack my brain trying to figure out where Luke has put his missing sandal, somehow I never think to look next to the Panko breadcrumbs.
Silly me.
Now I know.
