Something is not quite right in my nursing corner. Something is missing.
There’s the Bible, and Thomas Merton, my back pillow, my Boppy and my Medela nursing stool…but something is missing. Where is my daily devotional book? It’s not on the floor behind the chair, under the chair, under the stool or the Boppy or the night table or the bed. It’s not hidden in a pile of kids’ books that migrates in at story time and never seems to get put away. It’s not in the pile of stuff taken out of Michael’s hands and placed on the dresser to keep it out of his reach.
Where, oh where is my daily devotional book?
Apparently some little munchkin didn’t learn his lesson the last time he pulled the jewelry armoire down on himself.
(Oh, yes: in case you were wondering, it was missing for nearly two weeks.)
what is even worse is when I misplace something
No kidding! I can’t find the notes I wrote yesterday for my new column….
and they will be somewhere weird because you multi-tasked and simply had them in your hands
I thought what was going to be missing was the baby. I miss those times….
Oh, that’s true, too. 🙂 We don’t spend much time in that corner anymore…
That is funny. I remember those times. After reading your blog, I find myself needing a visit from a grandchild!