by Shannon Jarvies
Well, we've done it again. My family can't seem to remember the last
place we put the remote control to our stereo. You might think this
is unimportant and could care less whether or not we have to leave the
comfort of our chairs in order to have a comfortable conversation during
a commercial. And no, we've tried hiring our children to do this job,
but we can't afford thier salaries. So for our family this is a
tragedy in the making. You see, this remote controls the volume of
not only our stereo, but our TV as well. For some reason, awhile back
our TV decided that it was no longer speaking to us, so we had to run sound
through our stereo.
It's a common problem in our family. No, I'm not talking about losing
the desire to spew forth sound. That, I'm afraid, will never be a problem
in this household. What I'm talking about is losing things. It seems
as though not an hour has past since Christmas that one of my kids
wasn't inquiring about a misplaced toy or desperately needed part to
a toy that without this thing-a-ma-jig, the toy would not work. How
am I supposed to know? I reply. They can't seem to understand that
even though I do have eyes in the back of my head, they aren't used
for watching toys as they pick themselves up and hide under the bed.
No, those eyes are only used for watching out for children who misbehave.
My husband also seems to think that I know the whereabouts of his
misplaced belongings. Yes, I'm the primary housecleaner and if I
find it, I try to put it in a place that I'm sure to remember when
my husband comes looking for it. Important papers are filed for
future reference. But my husband has a hard time with my filing
system. Is Sam Jones's contract under "S" for Sam, "J" for Jones
or "C" for contracts? he asks. Or is it in File 13? He asks me
that one every time because I have been known to throw important,
dust covered items in the trash. It seems as though his
"prized belongings" that have been sitting on the microve for six
months are useless to him until they are discarded.
Now that the kids are out of school, I've decided that the only
way we are going to recover all of the missing toys
is to clean their rooms. We started this morning, and to my
surprise the kids were actually enthused about cleaning and the
more toys, parts, and money they found, the more excited they
became. They were starting to believe what I had told them all
along. "It's probably in your room. You'll just have to pick
up a few things to find it".
Despite the discovery of great and forgotten treasures and three
loads of laundry, we did not run across our remote. It must be
in the living room somewhere. Even though I'm sure we covered
that area thoroughly, there must be one place that we've over-
looked. Or could it possibly be in File 13?