Spooning…

Is it Monday already?

This month, I have been fighting off one infection after another. Every time I think, ok, I am clear of that one…a new one comes up…but…it’s all a process…so I do what I can. Between allergies and germs and other things…what can I say?

I talk about spoons here now and then, the number of spoons I have physically in a day for my own use.

Do you see the irony in the fact that … I actually had to go out and buy spoons, the kind you eat with, the other day?

I do not know what happens tot he spoons in this house. Forks, I have some idea…but they don’t go missing as often. When a fork’s tines get bent, I have zero issues tossing them in the recycling. I will not eat with mangled cutlery. It’s a personal thing. If I won’t tolerate it at a restaurant, I surely will not tolerate it in my home.

But…spoons?

Now, I admit, my two older kids go through periods where they like to bend spoons…not with their minds, but with their hands…and the reason given to the question of WHY?!?! is always … because I wanted to see what would happen…

Hard to argue that sort of logic, isn’t it?

Not really—they get told…don’t do that…over and over…

Eventually it happens again…it just does.

But, where do the spoons go?

It’s like the missing sock from the laundry—well, not here—that’s not a mystery…if the washer didn’t kill it and mangle it, then it simply ate it whole.

Spoons…I know they travel with bowls, most of the time…and they take journeys into bedrooms where they aren’t allowed to go, into the basement, outside (don’t ask me why—but I have seen it), into the living room…

I would think they mostly make it back to the sink…except…we also have a shortage of bowls…and not the “regular” adult bowls, the glass ones, in the cabinet. Oh no. The smaller toddler-friendly and the only thing the youngest child is allowed to touch and since he is the only one who has any real reason to use those tiny bowl it shouldn’t be an issue—and yet—somehow–it is – because he is not the only one who touches them…those too have been vanishing … to the point of near extinction around here…but we have other plastic bowls that seem to always reappear, so the need for more bowls is not yet as urgent as the need for replacement spoons…

I found myself wanting to run the dishwasher three and four times a day, when the machine wasn’t even half full, or even marginally full, just to have spoons…

I pulled the silverware drawer apart…because there is a whole other ecosystem living in that drawer that no one seems to remember…I thought maybe the spoons had been lured over to that side…alas…it was not so…

So, since all I wanted were spoons, we went to the local thrift store, where silverware is six pieces for a dollar…and I spent three dollars, plus tax. I got six teaspoons…because I love my teaspoons…and they were nearly all gone…I moved into this house with twenty-four long-handled teaspoons…and when there were only four or five left…I got ticky. I got twelve regular spoons, the likes of which we use for stirring teas and coffees and who knows what else…for eating soups and cereals…although usually not at the same time…but on a bad day…it might happen…

Now…let’s see how long these last before I have to have another fit over the disappearances in this house…

And, yes, I do get that once we move from this house into another, better for us as a whole, house, I will probably end up with a thousand different spoons that will appear from the Ether just because they can…

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