Thankfully, I am writing this in an utterly blissful state. I have a clean house, spic and span literally, and my Ipod in my hand (well laying beside me actually), but just 20 minutes ago, I was convinced it was gone forever.
Every morning at the Pennington house is a downward spiral into chaos (hence the name of the blog), and yesterday was no different; rushing around attempting to get all three kids ready, bags packed, lunches made, and myself put together enough to make it to the gym. I thought, as I climbed into the van coffee in hand, that everything and everyone was along for the ride as well, including my brand new Ipod Touch (early Christmas present from my hubby). Turns out when I reached into my coat pocket to pull out my Ipod, it wasn't there. Oh well, I must have just left it at home. Of course, as per usual, I fill my morning schedule will all sorts of stuff, and don't return until after lunch. I get the kids down for a nap and go in seach for my missing item. Time passes and I begin to realize this may not be as simple as I thought. All the "usual suspects" seem to be Ipod-less. Before I totally freak out, I decide to check with the boys. However, it's a new toy, and they simply stare blankly at me. I tried, "have you seen mommy's little computer?" Blake pipes up, "upstairs." So I follow him up to my room where he kindly points our the regular computer. Duh, Hillary. Time was running out, and I had to get ready for my first EVER campaign kick-off for Steve Whisler. I had decided that Tuesday would consist of a top to bottom search of the house. Dang it, I was determined to find it.
The event was awesome, by the way, but I'll post that to the PVRC blog later. This post is about my beloved iPod. I know it's retarded, but it's amazing how quickly it became an essential part of my life. Anyways, this morning, I sprang up out of bed, made my coffee (keeping an ever watchful eye out for the missing object), had my quiet time, where I'm sad to say I actually prayed for God to help me find it, and got to work. Literally, I worked from 8 am until Neil got home looking in every crack and crevice along the way. Good news is that I also cleaned as I went. I thought this would go over better with the hubby. By the time Neil got home, I'd cleaned every room in the house and had managed to find some missing jewelry, an old checkbook, a lost croc of Blake's, and several random pieces to games we thought were lost causes...but no iPod. This was not exactly the news I wanted to give Neil, but sadly it's all I could do. Luckily for me, he was more focused on the cleanliness than the think, shiny, expensive piece of equipment that seemed to have vanished into thin air.
When we got home from Chick-fil-A, Neil joined the search. We even missed watching NCIS. He was combing the bedroom and I was down in the basement canvasing Mat's old room, the guest bedroom, and once again, the laundry room (praying I didn't somehow wash it). About 9 pm, Neil comes downstairs and says he's giving up. Yeah, I'd basically given up myself. I grabbed my computer and headed up the stairs to blog about my sad, missing iPod Touch. As I approached the top of the stairs, I saw it, sitting there on the kitchen table, glaring up at me. To myself I thought, "Please don't tell me that was sitting there the entire time."
"You FOUND IT?!?! Where was it," as I rushed back down the stairs and through my arms around my mystery solving, dignity saving husband. "Please don't say you found it somewhere stupid!"
"I found it somewhere stupid," said Neil.
"Where? Come on, tell me!"
"I don't know, I kind of like this whole missing iPod thing. I come home to a spotless house."
"Seriously, where did you find it?"
"In my coat pocket hanging in the closet."
WHAT? How in the world did it end up there? I haven't worn it recently. The only thing we could gather is that Blake was playing with it, as Owen's story goes, and he must have put it the pocket before I hung it up this afternoon. Weird. Why didn't I think to check there when I was cleaning? Either way, it's found and I am absolutely exstatic.
Time now to go write up a post about the Whisler Campaign Kick-Off. I can't believe I literally blew off everything, my blogs, twitter, phone calls, email, tv shows...everything, just to find an iPod. I think I might have a codependency habit.
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