The day started out with a missing sandal. The sandal’s been located, in the backyard, under the wading pool, one strap chewed off by the dog.
I can’t find my keys. My husband calls. He took them to work; they’re in his pants pocket.
My Cell phone has disappeared. I’m folding laundry, instead of gabbing with my sister. I change the wet clothes into the dryer. The cell phone's been found and now it's really clean.
I’ve got purchases to return, if I ever get my keys. Kid’s clothes too small, a baby hat too big, and lipstick too red. The receipt is somewhere. Maybe in my purse, or on my dresser, or it’s still in the bag.
Some days I search… for my son’s sport jersey in time for the big game, the escaped dog, lost toys, and the checkbook.
I still haven’t found what I’m looking for…