When I was a kid and
I couldn't find something, I always thought my mom was sitting on it.
I'd insist that the thing I wanted was under her butt and make her
get up. When it wasn't there and she sat down again, I still
insisted that she was sitting on it and make her get up again. This
wasn't something I did when I was a little tiny baby either. I have
memories of looking for things when I was a teenager and wanting to
ask her to move because I still thought the remote control/my hair
accessory/my book or whatever was under her butt.
I have had this
theory for years that anything I want is within reach... like
literally. I want a pen, I should be able to reach in some direction
and pick one up. This has been true a shocking number of times,
especially in my bedroom. I want an elastic for my hair? It's right
there. The other day, I was trying to have a nap and the sunlight in
my room was unbearable. So, using my theory, I started rooting
around on my headboard (that is more like a bookshelf than your
average headboard) and I found something. It was part of a robot
Halloween costume I had made for one of my kids. It was a hat. It
was very long, and went right over my eyes without squashing my nose.
Hip hip hooray for home made costumes.
Which reminds me,
almost this whole winter, whenever I wanted a hat, the only hat I
could find was a toque I had sewn six eyes onto. It was the crowning
piece of a spider costume. And every time I needed a hat, that was
the one I could find. So, one day I was driving to my hubby's work
and if you drive around in Edmonton, you know finding parking is like
finding the Lost City of Atlantis. So, I found something close
according to Google maps and parked. Then I paid for parking,
realized I was in the wrong car park and had to walk about a block
over to my hubby's work. It was windy and coldish, and I knew I
would get an earache if I didn't put on a hat, so I crawled through
my van looking for something and the only thing I could find was that
six eyed spider hat. Originally, I was going to sew eight eyes on it
when my hubby said that the kid wearing it already had two eyes so I
only had to do six. That made me feel so much better when I had to
ring a doorbell at his work and explain myself to someone I'd never
met before who knew EXACTLY WHO I WAS.
So, now that I'm all
grown up and my kids come up to me and they think I'm sitting on the
remote control (I am) or that I have snacks in my hoodie pocket (I
do) and I'm taking a nap or picking them up from school wearing their
part of their Halloween costume. I also think someone is sitting on
the thing I want. It's my cat and yes he is sitting on my phone.
It's cause it's warm.
