We've been in a bit of a tizzy this week for a lot of reasons. Not only did we have huge quantities of laundry (that's another post in its own right, though I'm still looking for the humor in it) and paperwork to deal with, but we had to deal with the end-results of an overly-large library trip we made about three weeks ago. We checked the list carefully and collected everything nicely into a large rubbermaid tub, but alas, one disc was missing from A Little Princess audio book. Ugh.
I returned everything but the item with the missing disc and we went into lock down mode. The kids involved couldn't have sweets and couldn't watch movies until the disc was found. I need some of swaying public opinion in the direction of actually searching for the disc.
So for the last two days the four middle kids have been wandering about the house mournfully bereft of movies and sweets until the missing disc was found. Constant refrains of - "I never even touched the disc except the first time when I put it right back in the case!" were heard from every direction. Slight exceptions for Kate because of her age (and ability to be quite non-helpful at times) were met with indignation. Sigh. What a tightrope moms have to walk constantly to keep the kids from wandering into the excesses of either complacency or despair while tackling a tough job that needs to be done.
Threats were made, and a huge cleaning and organizing job was undertaken by many to see if the lost disc would surface in the recesses of the kids' room. It looks really great now, but alas, no disc was found.
This evening Gus started checking the numerous bookshelves in the living room to see if it might turn up. I had spent the entire day organizing discs of all sorts and kept thinking that perhaps that one over there was the desired disc, but to no avail. But when I decided to give Gus a hand in checking out the Living Room shelves, almost immediately I discovered a disc resting across several books. Astonishment turned to rejoicing and I did a victory lap (yes, I think that was me running and yelling "Wooo-hooo!" with the disc held high) around the interior loop in our house followed by throngs of adoring kids. Suddenly the strict, mean mommy was the one who restored movie-watching-rights, the possibility of going swimming tomorrow and ice cream sandwiches after dinner!
Life is good.