We spend a ridiculous and depressing amount of time looking for blankies in this house.
Numbers 5, 6, and 7 still rely on those suckers to sleep.
So usually, about a half hour before bedtime or nap time, I will begin the search.
Sometimes I’m lucky, and I locate all three of them immediately.
But more often than not, at least one of them is in some random place that no one would ever think to look.
We’ve located blankies in drawers, under couches, in the garage, in the car, on top of shelves, inside planters, the refrigerator. Just about everywhere.
I have no idea how many times I’ve threatened to cut the kids off cold turkey after embarking on one of these blankie search and rescue missions.
It’s incredibly irritating and frustrating.
The case of the missing blankie really pisses my husband off. They need to keep track of their own blankies. This is ridiculous.
Last night I had to run to the grocery store around 7:15.
Number 6 and 7 go to bed around 7:30, so while I was gone, my husband started the process of getting them to sleep. It’s a pretty well oiled machine. Start to finish, with teeth brushing, going potty, reading a story, and everything, it only takes about 10 or 15 minutes.
I got home a little after 8:00.
I opened the door to bring in the groceries to the words “DID YOU FIND THEM YET?” blasting down the stairs.
My husband had been searching for quite a while.
He had looked in all the usual spots.
He had enlisted the help of Numbers 3, 4, and 5.
But The Voice was already on, so they were too busy acquiring new, inappropriate vocabulary from Adam, Blake, Cee Lo and Christina to look for blankies.
I abandoned the groceries in the car, and I started to look around.
Where could they have put them this time?
And then I realized where they were.
I reluctantly began the blankie walk of shame up the stairs.
My husband had corralled Number 6 and 7 in their room.
I opened their door.
Both kids were tired and whining for their blankies.
My husband’s patience was wearing thin.
“Well, the good news is I found the blankies,” I said, giving him a big, toothy smile.
“The bad news is,
they’re kind of wet right now.”
My husband closed his eyes, threw his head back, and exhaled heavily.
It’s pretty annoying when it’s the kids’ fault.
When it’s my fault, it’s REALLY annoying.
“Why don’t you guys pick out about 8 or 9 books to read with Daddy?” I said to Number 6.
“Mommy will be back in a few minutes.”
And with that, I quickly backed out of the room.
Tonight, why don’t I take care of bedtime and blankies?
And then, right after that, I think maybe I should take care of you 😉
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