I lost my iPhone.
Well, no. Buzz lost his iPhone. Luckily, it wasn’t the latest version. They each have an older style that they use only for games, no phone capability. Still, where was it?
For four days, I tore my house apart. I scavenged under my couch at least 10 times. Under the beds, in closets, tables, and toy bins multiple times, as well. I even searched through the refrigerator and freezer. In my opinion, smart phones aren’t so smart if they can’t tell you where they’re hiding.
More than misplaced, it was no where. Like it just vanished. And I was losing my mind.
When everything in my house was flipped inside out and upside down, and back again, I gave up. It’ll turn up eventually, I resigned. Though for the life of me I couldn’t figure where. I was sure I looked in every nook imaginable.
Yesterday, I moved a stack of clean towels off the top of my washing machine. As I lifted the towels, it dropped.
Because no matter how hard I try, whatever I’m searching for tends to be right where it’s least expected.