My new friend Jen had a funny story on her blog and it made me laugh because I thought it was something that would happen to me. Guess what! --- It did!!

Thursday came. I had a full plate. I was scheduled to be at a church to help with a 72-hour women's "retreat". I needed to go to Wal-mart to get a few items I needed for my "sleep over" at the church and I needed to get a few things for Hubby to have here at the house. He was going to be here with 4 kids...not that he can't go to the store with them (he's quite capable) I just didn't want him to have to go.

Okay - getting ready to dash out the door. I can NOT find my diaper bags. I have two. One for Mini-E and one for J-man. Two diaper bags. I lost them. Count them. 2 diaper bags. Gone. Vanished. Poof.

Drats -- I'll have to finish my story tomorrow...

Okay - I'm back. Sorry to hold you in suspense.

Now back to our regularly scheduled program.

I searched as quickly as I could - the kids were ready to go. I was ready to go. I felt like we were wasting time - especially since I needed to finish packing. I knew in my brain that I had placed the diaper bags someplace that was perfect. Out of the way of traffic - but in an easily accessible place. Apparently what I'd done was find a perfect hiding place.

I searched. I searched bedrooms, kitchens (Even the pots & pans cabinet) I looked in the bathrooms - the closets (including the game & coat closets) - understand my house is an average to small house. It is not big. I went quickly. I even told the kids that I couldn't find the diaper bags. (Remember that statement - it will be important later) And they weren't in the van. I called Hubby. Did he know where they are? Nope.

Seriously. They're diaper bags. THey usually live together...How hard would they be to find??

So I give up. As John Wayne said in "The Cowboys" - I was wasting daylight. Mini-E had just eaten - so I grab a few bottles, the powder dispenser, wet wipes (just in case) and a few diapers for both kids and shove them into a handy book bag. And off we go.

Wal-Mart went well, though I did forget a binky for mini-E.

We arrive at home. I dump our things on the couch and announce "I'll pay a dollar to whoever finds the diaper bags."

Mini-Me starts negotiating, "Can you give a dollar to both of us?" She wants to make sure every one (Including her) gets paid.

While she negotiates, G just walks over to the designated child computer - moves a folded folding table from in front of the knee hole - and says "I found them."

My jaw dropped. And of course, I immediately remember putting the diaper bags in the knee hole, thinking how perfect it was because the kid's computer is going bonkers (it needs an upgrade) and they aren't playing it at the moment.

I also remember that J-man wouldn't stay off the folding table - and it fell over with him on it. So I took it and folded it up (school work can be done at the kitchen table) and leaned it against the computer table to deal with a crying toddler who had tumbled from a table. And since it was folded up and out of my way - I forgot to put it away.

Those thoughts happened in two seconds and I put my jaw back in place and inquired of G -- "why didn't you tell me they were there earlier?"

A 6-year old shrug and a grin, "I didn't hear you"

My pediatrician assures me that his ears are fine.