Wow. Just, wow. Today was one of those days that further confirms why I will never be a stay-at-home mom. Ever. Granted, it's all the result of a 9-inch square of fabric that is, apparently, irreplaceable.
You see, Atticus received a wonderful security blanket upon his arrival into this cruel, cruel world and he's spent the last 12 months growing rather attached to it. He doesn't sleep, eat, ride in the car, poop, or do anything without said blankie. As a result, we've been great at keeping track of the damn thing. We won't leave anywhere without first asking each other, "do we have the blankie?" So imagine my surprise when suddenly, WITHOUT LEAVING THE HOUSE, it disappeared. Really. As in, poof, it's gone. I've never looked so hard for anything in my life . The couch was ripped apart, the living rendered a disaster zone, but still no blankie. The most infuriating thing is that it must. be. here. somewhere. My only theories are as follows: