My house, the black hole

Our house seems to have become a black hole. Hubby is doing a Bible study on Monday mornings with some guys, and was trying to read for that yesterday afternoon. He made a last minute decision to take a little nap (which was difficult, since Little Miss was napping in our room, meaning he had to lay horizontally across the bed). Shortly after making that decision, Little Miss decided to wake up. Somehow, all four of us ended up playing on our bed, which was so much fun. However, during our playtime, his book disappeared. We didn't realize it was missing until hubby was looking for it at bedtime. He looked all over for it, as did I, but to no avail. This afternoon, when he got home from work, we looked around the house again. He was getting more and more frustrated, so I suggested that he just stop looking for it for the time being. Chances are, it will show up when we stop thinking about it.

This morning, I was getting ready to go to the gym for my run, so I was trying to gather my things. One of the necessary pieces of equipment that I use is my watch that has a stopwatch as a feature. I searched everywhere for it, but I couldn't find it anywhere. Fortunately, I was running at the gym, so I could use a lap counter to keep track rather than using time. It was still frustrating, though. Guess what turned up tonight when we were looking for hubby's book? The watch. I remember hiding it from Little Miss (who really likes playing with it), and apparently I hid it very well (on the changing table). I was thrilled to find it, since I prefer running timed rather than keeping track of distance.

So, Hubby just took Little Miss to the gym to go swimming, and Baby Girl is standing next to me, crying. Perhaps I should pick her up.