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!


