This morning we could not find the remote controls for either one of our two television sets. Since we had my family Christmas gathering yesterday and the three kids in attendance were fleetingly watching Sponge Bob Squarepants at some point during the evening, we started looking in the places that a two or three year old might have dropped something like a remote. We looked under cushions and under furniture. We looked behind furniture and in cupboards, drawers, bags, boxes, shoes, laundry baskets, wastepaper baskets, coat pockets. Honestly, I looked in the toilet tank. We found them after about six hours of sporadic searching--one behind the lamp on the table next to the den couch and one on the bedroom bureau behind the swivel mirror--obviously not places a toddler would carelessly drop them! They must have been hidden by an adult concerned about unsupervised TV watching.
I love my family Christmas get together. That's the real holiday for me. Too bad there is always an associated minor disaster. One year my daughter was in a car accident and Mike and one of my nephews had to drive to a hospital fifty miles away to pick her up. Fortunately her injury was not severe. This year it was the lost remotes. Four years ago it was the dishwasher fiasco, but that's another story.