When my husband comes home from work he leaves a trail throughout the house. His keys are abandoned in the front planter, his shoes are shoved in the corner of the entry way, one sock is dropped in the hall, the other sock is thrown in our room, and his dirty work clothes are left in a pile on the bathroom floor. This is all in addition to the drywall crumbs that he's left in his path so he can find his way back to wherever it was he came from.
Out of habit, picking up after two sloppy kids all day, I collected the evidence he left behind and put everything I found back where it belongs. If I didn't, I would get a question like, hey babe have you seen my keys? At 4 in the morning.
What didn't occur to me, is that his cell phone wasn't among the other items in his daily route.
"Hey Babe...have you seen my phone?" my husband asked.
"No, call it," I told him as I continued picking up after everyone.
"Maybe it's in my truck?" he scratched his head as he walked out of the front door.
No luck. It wasn't in his truck, the office, the kitchen, our room, or the planter.
"Where are my work pants?" he asked exiting the bathroom.
"Oh, no!" My eyes widened.
"What?" he questioned.
"I threw them in the wash," I admitted. "Twenty minutes ago."
Yup...it was a goner!