I wrote this post in April 2012 and as we are driving home from Hervey Bay to Brisbane today, I thought you might enjoy this fun post ‘From the Archives’. It’s all about things that go missing like earrings, socks and any amount of other things. I hope you enjoy it. I present to you:
Oh No! Five Lost Earrings!
Today I am starting with a question: how come I have five missing earrings all of a sudden??
I am not talking about missing earrings, as in pairs. No, I mean I have five (perhaps more) earrings that are all on their lonesome with no mate. And it seems to have happened all in the last three weeks.
Now I ask you, what does this mean? Not only that, I also have another five earrings that are unattached from the hook that goes into your ear … but on one earring only. The strangest part of it is, when I try to attach it back I cannot understand how it got off the earring in the first place?! Nothing appears loose and there is no part missing. Am I the only person who has ever experienced this??
What is going on here? There is some sort of earring thief out to get me I am sure. Or make me feel as if I am going crazy – one or the other. Perhaps it is the Bermuda Triangle for earrings? I cannot fight this thing.
Oh to have a complete pair of earrings!
And so I even bought a new, reasonably good pair of earrings (as I have very few to wear by now) and one went missing out of my handbag this morning.
This was the last straw!! Then, in the most bizarre twist, the said new earring turned up in the big Craft Box that one of my granddaughters was playing with yesterday! Well, I screamed blue murder.
I am sure it wasn’t my granddaughter as it was sitting on the top when I found it, so I turned on the only other person who was present today: the compulsive cleaner-husband of mine who was at that moment obsessed with cleaning the house in record time.
Now, I do not want to be ungrateful for the cleaning part of things, but he does have a tendency to either throw or put things that are wanted … somewhere … anywhere … but often in the rubbish bin. I know this because I have often retrieved my things out of strange and wonderful places. I have been seen going through bins at odd hours of the day and night!
Poor man, he did wonder what had struck him when I started! But, I think I hit the target because he could not offer an explanation. Actually, I think it fell out of my handbag this morning and as he tidied up he threw it in the closest reciprocal aka The Craft Box. Now, I am generally even-tempered, but on this occasion, I did lose the plot … just a little. Okay okay, maybe a lot!
The fact was, a couple of other things had taken place with said husband, and the balance finally tipped and with it, I plunged headlong into total annoyance. I even threw something! I said things. He said things. But alas, it was not to last. All we could hold out for was about ten minutes. By then both of us were falling about in gales of laughter at the absurdity of the whole affair.
Why is it that little things trigger such strong emotions? Methinks that each little thing adds to the next little thing, then add a dab of tiredness, throw in a bit of a cold and stir it around with all the housework needing to be done. Add a new missing earring into the mix, then one’s husband says the “wrong” thing, and what do you have? DISASTER!
As I write this, I am remembering another missing item, one that I have been searching for since I returned from Grafton on Tuesday. It is a packet of Easio Yoghurt Mix in a silver packet with no markings on it as it came in a box of three (the type you make up yourself and leave overnight in a flask).
I was only looking for it again today but all searches proved future. However, come to think of it, this is the very thing that a husband who throws things away that look “useless” (no markings on packet) would do. I think my yoghurt mix has actually departed this house – in a large bin – and well before Easter! No use looking now.
So as I let out one big S-I-G-H … acceptance is coming. You have to accept the good with the bad. Husbands? You can’t live with them AND … you can’t live without them! (How often have you heard that remark eh? But ’tis so true at times). What are we to do folks? All of us get divorced? I don’t think so.
The thing to do is to understand that though things may never be quite perfect, they are pretty damn good usually and get on with it.
I remember reading once in a book that forgiveness (over little things) for married couples means a 24 hours a day work and if you can do this, you’ll be just fine. I’ll keep this in mind.
In closing I must share with it a news story from 1998 that I came across this morning which may make you change your mind about nagging at least. How true it is I do not know. Here it is:
“A psychology student in New York rented out her spare room to a carpenter in order to nag him constantly and study his reactions. After weeks of needling, he snapped and beat her with an ax leaving her mentally retarded.”
Warning: do not try this at home! Anyway, the whole ‘anger at husband affair’ is all settled now. The new lost earring is reunited with its other half. The five missing earrings are still missing. The five earrings with hooks unattached are rendered useless as I cannot attach them so … what to do? As for the yoghurt, I’ll simply have to buy another packet and stop fretting.
And after hanging out the washing earlier I have just discovered one of Geoff’s sock’s missing too. Oh well, it can find a home with the other “one-only” socks in his drawer. I wonder what use we could possibly find for all these “one-only” items as I cannot bear to throw them out and I don’t know why.
Will my world come crashing in because of missing earrings, socks and yoghurt? I hardly think so! Time to get a grip and find a hobby. Or as I spoke about yesterday … go and listen to some soothing music and get lost in the reverie.