The Missing Gallon of Milk
Tonight, when I came home and opened the fridge to scavenge for dinner, I was met with a fright: The gallon of milk I poured into the morning cereal today was gone.
“Damn,” I thought, “I left it out.”
I pivoted around to look in the usual places, and the milk was nowhere to be found.
Freaked out, I did a slow grid search (Ha ha! My kitchen isn’t THAT big!) and determined it was nowhere, including the garbage.
I pictured a carton of milk with a gallon of milk featured on the back: “Have you seen me?”
Have You Seen Me?
Suddenly, it occurred to me that the kids are getting old enough to, at the very least, remove it from the fridge. I circled their usual hangout areas thinking I might find it.
I did not.
Not worried that someone broke into my house and stole merely what was left of a gallon of milk, I checked less conspicuous areas, such as my bathroom and in the corners of all bedrooms. I envisioned coming home from Disney to find yellow crime tape circling my house, as neighbors had called in “offensive odors” coming from the place. (If you’re new to this blog, I’ve previously disclosed my runaway imagination.)
No milk.
Often the victim of hysterical blindness, I decided to abandon the search for an hour or so. During the time off of my search, I remembered my hunger. I opened the fridge to scavenge again, and found the milk low in the fridge door.
Duh! No wonder I couldn’t find it!
Suddenly, it occurred to me that my little, helpless children are capable of refilling their cereal bowls and putting the milk away… Just not in the spot I’m used to.
The advantage of them putting it away low is that then when they need it and they say "mommmm can I have some milk" you can say "you can get it yourself". On the bright side you probably burned some calories during your search.