So, as the mother of three young school-age children, I am constantly harping at them to find something we typically need in a hurry: their shoes, a jersey, library books, a game piece etc. It drives me just a little crazy when they say they looked somewhere, but you know it was a fly-by look.
“Fly-by” as in they looked for shoes in the closet, but all they did was open the closet, peer inside for five seconds or less only to say they “looked there.” Of course, they didn’t think to look under the pile of shoes or behind the backpack that was tossed in the closet (with no mind that were might be the remains of a lunch — left to simmer and mold for days — but I’m getting off track — that is a whole other topic).
Bottom line: I go a little nutty when “lost” shoes, books, bags, clothes, etc are “found” if one only looks under a blanket, under the bed, or behind toys. My “humph” to my children when I find the missing something could stand to be less patronizing.
And so for all my less-than-patient railing at my kids to look behind, under, around things, I, um, found my missing knitting pattern jammed behind the patterns where it was supposed to be all along.
Like my children, I said, “I looked there already!!” but I didn’t look hard enough it seems. I keep the kids’ old piano books near my knitting magazines and found it when I was gathering the beginner books for my youngest. Life lesson du jour: Sometimes we need a taste of our own medicine for a little humbling effect. I’m feeling mildly stupid on a few counts!!