It's Like Magic

I think most women can relate to this one.

"Honey, have you seen my wallet?"

"Babe, where are my keys?"

"Have you seen my suit coat?"

(Insert longsuffering sigh)

God must truly have given women super powers. Because no matter what is lost in the house - we are somehow able to find it.

In my mind, I'm very organized. It doesn't always translate to the house, but mentally I like to have everything neat & tidy and in its place. Once upon a time I lived like that...not so much recently. I'm trying (not too successfully) to let it go, but inside my brain is screaming for all things to be organized and in nice little boxes with labels! As it is, there are piles of clean clothes on my dresser to be put away and shoes piling up on the floor that haven't made their way to my closet. A couple of weeks ago, my husband lost his keys. Now, I know that he's the last one to have had them and he's the one responsible. And he takes full responsibility for maintaining them and misplacing them. But, whenever anything is lost around the house I feel like it's my fault. Like somehow because I didn't put those towels away, I can't find my other black stiletto. Or because my shirts aren't in the drawer, Joe can't find his wallet.

But, these keys. We couldn't find them for 2 weeks! That is a LONG time. In the meantime we've been splitting up the car keys on my set of keys as we needed to swap cars, etc. But then this morning we couldn't find one set of my keys. And I couldn't remember exactly where they'd last been and who'd had them. (great way to start the day, in case you were all wondering) So, I go to work while Joe scours the room and house for all of the keys without success. In the back of my head while I'm working, I'm thinking of the places we went, the last time I saw them, if I put them in my purse, if they were put down in a store....finally, I concluded they must be under one of the seats in our Camry. Joe was checking the mail and then we went to Target and I bet he put them under there so they wouldn't be seen. Cut to Joe coming to work to borrow the Camry and sure enough...the keys are right under the seat! SUCCESS!!

But, we still can't find Joe's keys.

He says, "The last time I had them was coming home from your mom's house and I was sitting in the back seat."

"I bet you they are under the base of the car seat" (which is the absolute last of the last places you would look for keys, by the way)

He text me a few hours later: I found my keys

Me: LOL Where?

Joe: Where you guessed. Under the car seat.

Now, what in the world made me think they would be under there? We've been missing his keys for 2 weeks now! And today out of nowhere I throw out a spot and there they are - been there the whole time, I'm sure.

I've concluded that God knew we women would be the go-to person for all things lost and missing. So, he gave us a motherly/wifely/feminine super power to sniff out those lost things even if we weren't there when they went missing.