Missing Clothes

I am Mom & I am to the res­cue. In case you did not know, when you become a Mom you go on miss­ing clothes duty. It’s one of those things that no one tells you, even though you have faint mem­o­ries of it as a child. You faintly recall the super sleuth stylings of your Mom on cloth­ing detail, when you were run­ning 10 min­utes late to school.

Well today Hubby & Mr. J are off to the last school Mass. Mr. J is actu­ally done with school but there is a spe­cial event that Hubby should be present for. We’d all like to go but Mamacita is not feel­ing her­self right now. Any­way, in the process of get­ting ready we dis­cover that some­how Mr. J has no clothes again. I am not sure how he man­ages to “lose” his clothes on a reg­u­lar basis but it never fails. This time it was pants, pants that were laid out moments before. Usu­ally it is socks, occa­sion­ally he is miss­ing all clean under­wear even though they have been folded & put away the night before. I am won­der­ing if per­haps the miss­ing clothes are a plot? A plan to slowly drive me off my rocker. Since at least one or more chil­dren are miss­ing what was just in front of them.

In the end, it’s momma who finds the pants & real­izes Mr. J wants to wear a shirt that is 2 sizes to small. Two cloth­ing crises averted. Now to find clothes for me, I am won­der­ing if I can yell for my Mom when I real­ize I am miss­ing any pants that actu­ally fit.

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