Losing and Regaining Sanity

All weekend we were dealing with a child whose immune system was battling a number of symptoms that kept evolving or adapting to the at home treatment he was receiving (vitamins, Tylenol for fever, lots of snuggle time, prayer and sleep). Amidst this, my older son had two birthday parties to attend - and then there was the Super Bowl. It was a packed weekend. Barber woke on Monday with a more distinctive cough that was "wet" so we went to the doctor's. We returned home in time to have lunch and then I brought Barber upstairs for his nap. We read books, snuggled, prayed, sang. It was generally quite pleasant...and then things started happening that made me question my sanity...

I ate lunch, which was thankfully finished before I spied a pile of excrement at the back door. Apparently our dog needed to go out while I was putting Barber down for a nap. She heard my low tone pointing out the obvious and responded with ears back, tail between her legs and shamefully retreating to her bed upstairs. I walked into the kitchen, only to discover that my paper towels are missing. Didn't I JUST put a new roll on two days ago? After spending too much time searching for the roll, I went to the basement and opened a new roll and cleaned up the pile. While washing/scrubbing my hands, I noticed that Barber's coat fell off the hook (we have hooks in the hallway for the boys to hang up their own jackets). I hung up his coat and noticed a bag on one of the hooks, hidden behind a number of scarves that were waiting for cold weather. This unrecognizable bag contained two tops - neither of which is mine. Where did this bag come from? Whose shirts are these? Who is coming into my house and leaving shirts and stealing paper towels? I know this isn't rational thinking...I told you, in my sleep-deprived, poop-cleaning state, my sanity was being questioned.

The afternoon passed. Jeter came home from school. Barber napped extremely well. Simms arrived home from work and asked me why there was a pair of folded underwear in the middle of our kitchen counter.

What?!?!?!?!?

Yes - a bright white, new looking pair of panties that are NOT mine are folded and literally in the middle of our kitchen counter. Did I say they are not mine and that they were definitely NOT there earlier when I was trying to solve the missing paper towels and whose shirts are these mysteries!

We know that the only time I was out of the house was when I took Barber to the doctor's. Maybe my mom or lil' sis stopped by? But why? What purpose would this serve? Unless they are conspiring together against my sanity!

SANITY INTACT:

• Simms took my new role of paper towels upstairs to the guest room turned project area to refinish Barber's furniture.
• Mom is the culprit of the shirts and panties. She brought them over sometime (she doesn't remember when) because she thought she would change into them. Don't ask me why she would change her panties here. When I took the shirts out of the bag to look at them the panties must have fallen onto the counter unbeknown to me and were left there when I returned the shirts to the bag.