Sunday morning, I basically jumped out of bed and drove to the grocery store to get a few items for breakfast while my husband stayed home with our toddler, L-boogie.
When I got back home, I was completely wiped out and so hungry that I felt weak. Then, it happened. The WORST thing that could happen at that moment.
L-boogie’s pacifier was missing.
Mind you she’s a little too old to still be walking around with a pacifier, but that’s a different issue for a different day.
I went into STRAIGHT PANIC mode. All I wanted was a couple slices of bacon and a nap. But those desires seemed impossible if my daughter did not have her pacifier while taking her nap. I absolutely needed her to take a nap and take it willingly.
After frantically searching the entire apartment with no luck (going through closets, looking in the freezer), I stopped and exhaled. I picked her up, kissed her cheek, and told myself that it would be ok. In that moment of calm (and after eating a few bites of her scrambled eggs), it dawned on me where the missing binky would most likely be.
The dirty laundry basket.
L-boogie loves to do what we do and she most likely saw Daddy put clothes in the dirty clothes basket after he took a shower. I lifted up a bath towel from the top of the basket and whatdayaknow!!! There was the binky I’d been looking for, more valuable than money, gold, or Haagen-Dazs ice cream at that moment.
I said, “Look at God” to L-boogie and felt extra silly for getting so worked up when it was right there all along.
But most of all, I just felt grateful.