Like socks in the dryer

Socks in the dryer.

You know how you put them in there as a pair and yet only one survives. Where does the other one go? Has it figured it's been a pair for long enough and just 'escapes' or is it more ominous? Is there some sock eating creature that lurks in the depths of the dryer? It is a mystery case that may never be solved.

I figured it was just a case of socks in the dryer when things randomly started disappearing. Or the kids playing tricks. Or Rob. Or I was losing my ever lovin' mind..and that thought did occur more than once let me tell you!

First it was a little post it notepad. Not big. One of those 1x1 inch ones, and not a full one, maybe half. I KNOW I had it on the living room table. I got up to do something, came back, it was gone. Anybody see it? No? Really? Nobody? Fine. Stuff gets up and just walks away in everyone's house doesn't it?

Then it was a pile of rhinestones. Having a 9 year old girl in the house, we are expected to have sparkly shiny things aren't we? And thanks to Kelsey's penchant for fashion we have A LOT of rhinestones in the house. Unfortunately some of the rhinestones do make their way off the tees and capris and jeans on to random surfaces of the house. Fortunately we always seem to find them,unfortunately it isn't always in the best of places. We're not going there today though.

Anywho...I had them in a little pile, on the living room table (coincidence?) it was maybe a dozen of them off several different articles of clothing and I was planning on fabric gluing (No, not the fancy Billy Mays Gem It that you get free when you order Mighty Mend It). Just plain old Aleen's fabric glue.

I got up to go get my trusty glue bottle and Kelsey's clothing. I came back to the couch with said items. Pile of rhinestones- gone. Oh Come on! Seriously?! I have no one to blame, I was the only one home. Caydance is in her crate, looking at me like I'm nuts (this was part of the ploy I assure you).

Third...a coaster disappears. I have a glass coaster on my side of the bed and Rob has a cardboard one borrowed from the downstairs on his side. Every night Rob brings up a glass of juice. Every night he sets it on his coaster. Every night the coaster is there. Not that night! Gone. I looked under the bed, behind the night table, in the night table drawers, on my side. Hmmm...maybe it stuck to the glass and he brought it downstairs earlier. Nope no sign of it. But that was plausible. So maybe I'm not going crazy.

Fast forward to the other morning. We (meaning Rob) like to sleep with the window open. But we (meaning me) don't like the sound of the birds at 4:30 AM. Now I am not a bird lover anyway (My parents will attest to this fact..I hate them- birds not my parents). So I reach over for my earplugs. My aunt gave me a couple pairs for a NASCAR race one year and I have since discovered they work extremely well to keep the sound of the birds out in the AM, but I can still hear the kids if they need me...well, I can hear Rob telling me the kids need me...same difference. Back to the earplugs- I feel around for them and can't find them. I don't think much of it since I am half asleep and in the dark. I put the pillow over my head and didn't think about it until I got out of bed. It was the same routine as the coaster...check under the bed, behind the nightstand and in the drawers. I turned up nothing. But really...these items have to be going SOMEWHERE...ahh... like socks in the dryer. They just "disappear". No rhyme, no reason, no good bye note. Just gone.

2 days later (yes 2 days)I am outside with Caydance and she is doing her morning 'business" . As I am turning to give her her privacy (hello, do you like to be watched while you go?), something yellow- bright yellow catches my eye. Sorry Cay, no privacy today...what on earth did you...Holy crap (literally) my earplug! Son of a..Well, I'm certainly not getting it back now am I?

Good thing I thought twice about taking off my wedding band and leaving it on the night stand huh?

Ah Caydance...my own personal dryer sock monster. With the most colorful, sparkly, poop on the block.


Case Closed.