Last night, as is his custom, Darren situated himself on the living room sofa with Kristen to get her to sleep while I read to the girl's for a little while in their room. Reaching for the television remote control, he was perturbed for a bit to find that it wasn't in it's usual spot. Looking further, we were all perplexed to find it missing, as it never strays far from it's home!
I tried to remember where it might have been during the day, and thought about the brief disagreement Dylan and I had at breakfast over which program they were allowed to watch. Thinking I might have taken it into the kitchen with me at that time, I searched high and low but to no avail. We looked under sofa cushions, behind tables, under beds, in toy boxes, in closets, anywhere we could think that a remote control might be hiding!
This morning I was truly stumped as we still just couldn't find it anywhere! Really, it was just a small inconvenience in the big scheme of things because of course we could always just use the buttons on the actual T.V., but still. It was bugging me! From the recliner, I urged Dylan to recall the events of yesterday morning, as I believe that was really the last time we had seen the remote (shortly after our disagreement, the set had been unplugged for the duration of the day.) He still couldn't remember, and neither could I, so I offered up a quick prayer instead, calling on the beloved saint who never lets us down!
I tried to remember where it might have been during the day, and thought about the brief disagreement Dylan and I had at breakfast over which program they were allowed to watch. Thinking I might have taken it into the kitchen with me at that time, I searched high and low but to no avail. We looked under sofa cushions, behind tables, under beds, in toy boxes, in closets, anywhere we could think that a remote control might be hiding!
This morning I was truly stumped as we still just couldn't find it anywhere! Really, it was just a small inconvenience in the big scheme of things because of course we could always just use the buttons on the actual T.V., but still. It was bugging me! From the recliner, I urged Dylan to recall the events of yesterday morning, as I believe that was really the last time we had seen the remote (shortly after our disagreement, the set had been unplugged for the duration of the day.) He still couldn't remember, and neither could I, so I offered up a quick prayer instead, calling on the beloved saint who never lets us down!
St. Anthony, St. Anthony
Please look around
Something is lost
And can't be found!
Please look around
Something is lost
And can't be found!
Our morning routine continued in it's usual fashion, with the one exception of Kristen splashing happily in the toilet of the children's bathroom! She was soaked, so I quickly stripped her down and stuck her in the bath for a good scrubbing. Scooping her out of the water, I bundled her up in a towel and took her to her bedroom, where I sat with her on the floor and proceeded to dry and dress her. As we finished, I gathered her soggy towel and as I stood up, I was shocked to find the remote control peeking out from under the girls' bed! I laughed and called to the children to come see what St. Anthony had been up to. We can always depend on him!
3 comments:
Very fun post! I was surprised to read that this was the first you had lost your remote - it is a common occurance around our house! In fact, ours is missing at this moment! :-) Have a great day!
i did send the book! so glad you got it :)
Hello. I was attracted to follow this blog without knowing why. Your post today made it clear to me. We are both believers of St. Anthony. During the first half of this year, I and my group led in the renovation of my community's chapel built in honor of St. Anthony of Padua. Please try and visit me at http://bugaki.blogspot.com
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