Elliott and Gavin have spirit day in the morning at school. So they are both wearing their Ohio State shirts.

I found Gavin’s and washed it,  however,  I couldn’t for the life of me find Elliott’s.

I spent all day,  looking for that freakin’ shirt.  I went through all the laundry and looked every place I could think of but no luck. Elliott has a habit of misplacing his clothes.

I was starting to panic because I couldn’t find it and I didn’t want Elliott to have wear his uniform to school.  I was thinking,  maybe I could get him a shirt in the morning and bring it to school.

Then about 15 minutes ago,  it occurred to me that there was one place I hadn’t checked.  So I walk into Elliott’s room and quietly opened his drawer so as not to wake him. 

Sure enough, there was his bright red Ohio State shirts, neatly folded and on top.  God love him,  he actually put his clothes away.  Go figure,  I spent all day looking for this shirt and never thought to look in his drawer.

That will teach me to make such assumptions in the future.  If I had given Elliott the benefit of the doubt,  I probably would have checked his dresser much sooner. That would have saved me a days worth of searching.

– Lost and Tired

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Rob Gorski

Full time, work from home single Dad to my 3 amazing boys. Oh...and creator fo this blog. :-)
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Rob, I've had quite a few of those moments before with my 3 boys…and often my discovery came on the heels of some serious scolding and even yelling. And boy, did I feel stupid and bi+c#y…I always just apologized if I had gotten on their case, or just quietly kicked myself if I hadn't.