Last night, I was determined once and for all that I would find Doug.
(If you haven’t seen the rest of the Doug saga, check out these two posts first: It’s a Mom’s Duty and Missing Doug)
I dumped out the huge Rubbermade tub that is lovingly referred to in our house as the “Boy Bin” – ie, that bin where everything that doesn’t have a “place” gets placed. Balls, bats, toy guns (yes, we have them), light sabers, jump ropes, etc. Things are easily lost in the boy bin.
I dumped sorted through the boy bin until I had reached the bottom. No Doug.
But, still confident that I would find him last night, I continued to look. I found a backpack. “This is IT!” I thought. I unloaded the backpack, full of Twizzler’s treasures…..and still no Doug.
By this point, it was bedtime. I headed upstairs to get the kids ready for bed, and what did I find? Of course. Twizzler, holding Doug, as if he’d never been missing.
Apparently, while CandyMan and I were out on a lunch date, the kids were playing hide and seek. AJ hid very well, and Twizzler had to look extra hard for him. He opened up a basket in his sister’s room and found Doug. I wish I could have been there to see the reunion.
As happy as I am that we have finally found Doug, I can’t help but be sad about one little point. Someone in my house is lying. There are many places in our house where Doug could have accidentally ended up. A basket under his sister’s desk was not one of those places. Someone put him there, and someone knew. In all of the weeks of searching for Doug, everyone knew how much Doug meant to Twizzler. I made it very clear that if it had started out as a joke, that it needed to end. I suggested that if anybody knew where Doug was, to make him anonymously “reappear.”
So now, as happy as I am that Twizzler has been reunited with his buddy, I am disappointed. When questioned, the guilty sister said, “Oh, yeah. I guess I did hide him. But I didn’t remember.”
Grr. Sometimes being a parent is no fun.
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i replied in your BF thread. There is a LOT more that will happen between now and when the kids are much older. It's the journey. They are learning right and wrong. I've been disappointed and hurt as a parent, sometimes really angry. You are so right when you say that it's no fun. Just remember that one day, you will be able to look back and laugh with them and talk about the silly days. Maybe they'll even read this post and say “I did it!” and finally fess up.
My oldest daughter gave me a plaque I keep near my desk. It says “Grandchildren are God's reward to Grandparents…for not killing their kids”. :)
Yay for it being found! But boo….I hate lying.
I'm glad he was found! I can imagine the frustration though, after all that looking. Your kids are lucky to have a mom who puts in all that work!
Awww look at that face. That is ONE happy boy! I hear you, it drives me CRAZY when something gets lost in my house. We spent two weeks looking for my son's Scout book that he needed desperately for rank advancement. We finally found it under his laundry basket.
I am glad Doug has been found.
Oh no. I would have been so mad after all that looking………….:)