Alaina has been obsessed with marbles lately. Had Santa realized that the $2 bag of marbles was going to be her favorite gift, he might have gone a different route with some of the other things he brought. But isn't that just the way it goes with children? I thought we had passed the phase where the big gifts were overlooked for the thrill of box hats and bubble wrap, but apparently I was wrong. Mental note for next year I suppose.
I digress.
We have had a problem with keeping the marbles put up after they're done being played with. Since none of the people under our roof are particularly graceful, a floor full of things to trip on is pretty dangerous. Sunday, I had enough and cleaned up the marbles to a ziploc bag and hid them. When she asked for them, I politely explained that if she had been the one to clean them up as asked, she would know where they were and could play with them. Because I had to, we were going to take a break from the marbles for the afternoon. Later in the day she asked for them back and I went to get them from where I hid them. Or at least where I thought I hid them. After an exhaustive search they were nowhere to be seen.
Guys. I lost my marbles. Literally.
I have been steadily looking for them in my free time over the last couple days and I still have no idea where they are. It doesn't feel possible that in the span of a few hours, I would have completely forgotten where I put something so specific. But if it can be done, I will find a way I suppose. At this point I feel very strongly that it might be worth the $2 to buy some more marbles and chalk it up to a loss. Sometimes you just have to know when to call it quits and throw in the towel. I'm pretty sure losing your marbles is that point.
Hope you all have a thrilling Thursday!
