I Might Be Magic

Seriously. I'm starting to think I might have magic powers. The thought has been growing for awhile, but today, wow! Wait, let me back up.

Russ, my husband, is type 1 diabetic. He's a lot of other things too, but they don't really enter into this story; I just think it's important that you know he's more than just his diabetes. Right. So, because he's diabetic, he has a lot paraphernalia, and it goes everywhere he goes. Some of it's easy to keep track of, like the insulin pump, after all it's attached. Some things are much harder to keep track of, like the blood sugar kit. If you've never seen one, it's about the size and shape of woman's wallet, or a kid's DS- whichever picture works for you. That means it's small enough to easily misplace, but it seems like it should be large enough to make it also easy to locate. So one would think.

Russ does not believe in the "man bag" per se, but he does take a backpack loaded with all the things he might need (wallet, keys, reading material, drugs, BLOOD SUGAR KIT) with him on many occasions. When he doesn't have the backpack, he has a briefcase. Now, the man is the Director of Operations for an entire region of the YMCA, he is not dumb, nor is he unorganized. In fact, he's much more organized than I am. However. He can search that backpack two or three times and not locate that blood sugar kit. When that happens, especially if the blood sugar is already dropping, muttering and frustration begin and so I offer to look for the kit.

As I pick up the backpack to search, he says, "I already looked in there! It's not..."

"Here?" I say as I pull out the blood sugar kit.

Do you know how many times this has happened? Me either; I've lost count. I can also find the blood sugar kit on a previously searched desk or counter. I have also found a camera that was "Absolutely NOT" in the back pack that had been "searched, like five times already!" See? magic powers.

Today though, whew! I was on fire.

Russ and I also have three children. Mostly they take after me, but in this way, they take after their father. They cannot find anything. The youngest beauty has been searching for her bathing suit for a week. No one has looked too hard for it though because she could just wear her old one. Yesterday when her right butt cheek was hanging out of the suit, however, it was time to throw it away and get serious about finding the new suit. I didn't really enter into the hunt because A) I was busy and B) I was annoyed that there had to be a hunt at all. The suit was not found before it was time to go to friends' for swimming, so shorts and a t-shirt were taken.

Fast forward to 10:00 pm tonight when we return home from the friends. As I was tucking the girls into their loft beds I said, "Tomorrow we have to get serious about finding that suit."

"I don't know where else to look!" Not-Bathing Beauty wailed.

"Well, we'll figure that out in the morning," I said, and then glancing- GLANCING, I TELL YOU- at the closet, whose top shelf I could see clearly from my loft vantage point, I pointed and said, "There it is. Right there."

Yes, that's right, I put two seconds effort into looking for the suit that has been lost for a week and, boom, there it is.

Magic Powers. What else could explain it?