The Missing Binky

pacifierI don’t know about you all, but when I’m really hungry and tired, every little thing that goes wrong seems like THE WORST possible thing that could happen.

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.

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