Blowing & Drifting

Shannon recently blogged about the forgetfulness and scatter-mindedeness brought on by being a mother, but being a father has done a number on me, too. Two nights ago, one of Genevieve's shoes went missing after her bath. Last night, after scouring (nearly) every place the @#$# shoe could have gone, I pulled up my shirtsleeves and actually dug through all the garbage in our dumpter, bag by bag, diaper by diaper. It was nearly as emetic as the previous Friday, but I didn't find the shoe. Then, at about ten p.m., it suddenly occurred to me that the shoe must have gotten tangled up in some pajamas I planned to put on Genevieve but instead put back in the dresser. Sure enough, the shoe was there in the clean, dry drawer.