Parenthood has changed many things. Some blatant and in your face, others more slight and barely noticeable. For instance, I lost many items before I had kids. The remote control, chapstick, keys, important papers, socks. Where are those open-toed pumps that go with this dress? I’d spend the better part of a morning playing hide and seek with inanimate objects.
Things are still lost. In fact, I lose my mind on a daily basis. Except I’ve now got a better system for all the shoes we’ve acquired and am instead hunting decapitated doll heads. Specifically Toby, seen here atop Barbie’s body.
I spent an impractical amount of time searching for Toby’s head. Under the couch, under beds, under tables. I emptied all of their toys into a pile and madly rifled through it’s contents. I looked on the boys’ top bunk and in closets. I broke a sweat trying to find this head because Buzz wanted it. He puts Toby’s head on everything that will fit.
Toby’s head was finally found in the very last place I looked, per usual. Relaxing face up under a blanket in my bedroom. I was so pleased with the discovery when I handed it to Buzz.
30 seconds later, the head was forsaken and Buzz lumbered off to the next thing.
At least the shoes would get worn all day once found. If they’re super cute shoes, I might receive compliments. A task well worth it. Tracking down Toby’s head didn’t even award me a thank you. If I’m going to spend all that time and effort on the hunt, I’d enjoy some appreciation. A decapitated doll head can’t find itself, you know.