Sam-A Great Loss

January 4, 2009 at 10:09 am 1 comment

I have lost something and it’s kinda odd. 

 

This isn’t one of those philosophical blogs about losing the innocence of youth or losing my way or even losing $20 because Nick Saban can’t coach around the Mormons.  No, this is something really dumb.  I almost hesitate to admit losing it, but I figure by admitting my loss maybe someone can help me find it. 

 

What I’ve lost is not really that valuable at all.  When I tell you what it is you’ll probably say “get a life” and click off the blog.  In fact what I’ve lost is rather inexpensive and I should just forget about it and get another one, but I can’t. 

 

You see, in certain instances I can turn into and OCD freak.  I lost this thing and it’s cheap, but I still need to find it in order to rest easy.  I need to find it so that I can trace my steps backward to the time and place I lost it so that I can tell myself “see, logical explanation…you’re not senile yet”.

 

I discovered it was lost last night right before sitting down to chill and watch a movie.  I tore through the house looking high and low for it.  It’s not tiny, so it’s not like I could have lost it just anywhere.  And it’s not the kind of thing you carry with you and just drop somewhere.

 

Side story time:

 

The past few days I’ve found the twins playing in the dirty clothes bin in the hall bath…relax, it’s empty, no dirty clothes.  I usually run them out, but yesterday I just let ‘em go because I was cleaning around the house.  I could hear the usual giggling and fun and after about 10 minutes I stuck my head in to check on them.  What I found was diaper wipes all over the bathroom, soap and water all over the sink, water covering most of the floor, a new box of Puffs emptied into the toilet along with a nearly new roll of toilet paper and of course a clogged toilet.  Oh yes, and neither twin was in the dirty clothes bin.  Parker was holding a wipe and Maddie was splashing in the toilet.  Needless to say I lost it…I tried counting to calm myself, but this was beyond calm. 

 

I plunged the toilet clear, mopped up the floor, wiped down the walls, sink and toilet and dumped the excess water and wet paper from the bathroom garbage can before drying it off as well.  I then put a child lock back on the bathroom door and that playroom was now shut down.

 

Back to the loss story:

 

Did you notice anything in that side story that could have been lost…other than my cool?  It’s about a foot tall, round, sits by the toilet and you throw trash in it?  The garbage can…that’s right. 

 

At the time I didn’t notice it was lost because I cleaned up the bathroom and locked the door and left.  I didn’t notice the loss until that night when I went back in the bathroom and tried to throw something in the can, but the can was gone.

 

Usually upon first discovering a loss I begin a quick search assured that I can find what I lost.  I did this and didn’t find it.  Where could I have lost a tiny garbage can? I mean really, as I said earlier, you don’t just lose a garbage can anywhere. I tried the master bath, the kitchen, the kids’ rooms (in case they took it and hid it).  I looked everywhere and then looked again.  This took about 20 minutes before I finally gave up and just decided to watch the movie. 

 

However, I knew it wasn’t over.  This is the kind of thing that drives me nuts.  I can’t let it go until I find it.  At work when I misplace my pen I stop everything until I find it 1) because I have to have my pen and 2) because I want to know where I left it.  It’s more about finding it and backtracking to the point off loss so that I can satisfy myself with a logical explanation as to why I lost/misplaced it.

 

And this leads me to this morning.  The garbage can is still lost.  I keep poking around in new places and in some places I’ve already searched in hopes that I find it, but so far nothing.  I know I can get a replacement at Wal Mart for under $2 but that’s not the point.  I need to find the thing before I wind up rocking back and forth in the fetal position in the corner of the bathroom.

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  • 1. cclark1107  |  January 7, 2009 at 8:11 am

    Sam, did you happen to check and see if you threw the trash can away when you were cleaning up the bathroom? I was thinking in all the chaos maybe you threw toilet paper or baby wipes in the trash and carried it out to dump somewhere else and accidentally threw it away too! Just a suggestion. I’d be confused too as to where it went. It doesnt just get up and walk away by itself. What does your wife say? Did she get rid of it for some reason?

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