Thursday, February 03, 2011

When we lose a piece, we lose the peace...

As an add on to yesterday's letter to my family, I now do have something that I can share that pertains to Susanne. You see, as I've mentioned before, she is very good about matching stuff up. Socks, mittens, baby bottles with the tops etc...

And me? Not so good, nor very importantly, does it bother me.

But my dear wife, she doesn't like missing things. And this has been a pretty manageable state of affairs until this whole matching thing also began to apply to the toys. Yes, you heard me, THE TOYS.

The puzzles, and games, and blocks and matchbox cars and Lincoln Logs and sorting shapes cookie jars and what have you.

My philosophy is squarely on the side of "Don't sweat it. Those mysteriously disappearing pieces will turn up someday! Everything is somewhere after all."

And Susanne's philosophy is much more along the lines of "It's not logical. These toys and games have a finite number of parts/pieces. It makes no sense that any be missing."

Which makes good sense except when you factor in the young age and creative playing of our children.

So in a nutshell, when we lose a piece, we lose some of our peace.

But just to make sure to turn these lemons into lemon jello, I will add that FINDING a piece, is a cause for great rejoicing.

Gotta go. Find something. -Monica


Stimey said...

I'm sorry, but I'm with your wife on this one. It took me a really long time to accept the fact that things get lost. I'm still not OKAY with it, but I ACCEPT it.

Jenni said...

I'm with Susanne, to. Puzzle pieces and blocks unaccounted for drive me bonkers.