Well, just before we started this road trip, I was madly doing laundry and in the throes of preparation for living for 3 weeks without doing any laundry. Imagine my surprise when I found his shirt, but not his pants. Actually, I wasn't very surprised at all, but you get the idea. I checked all the usual places. I checked the bathroom, the bathtub, the hall, the laundry basket, the toy box, the family room, behind the couch, in the entertainment center...every where I could think of (because I've found his clothes in each of those places before). I searched and searched and finally gave up.
For the better part of the day, I ignored the fact that I couldn't locate his pajama bottoms. I'm not sure what prompted me to look here, but this is where I eventually found them:

They were, in fact, still in his bedroom. I simply had not looked high enough. Next time, I'll remember to check the ceiling fan for wayward clothes. *le sigh*
1 comment:
Hmmm...clothes on the fan? Sounds like you have your hands full.
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