Long Week of Unanswered Questions

Well, we survived the first week when I was sick with two kids. I am on the mend, starting to reduce the number of cold medications I am taking, but still not completely well. With cold medications a necessity for survival a few other "details" slip leaving unanswered questions around the house. Here are a few mysteries from the week:

The Case of the Missing Monkeys: We are missing a full barrel of monkeys. We have the barrel, but we cannot find the monkeys. I didn't do anything with them. Dad thought he put them in a bucket, but they aren't in the bucket. The girls aren't talking...so exactly what happened to our 24 plastic monkeys? Every single one of them is gone.

The Case of the Sticker: The sticker obsessed Magster has the dexterity to remove stickers and place stickers on objects. La Nina is still not interested in stickers, but the Magster is hooked (or maybe I should say stuck). Great when it is her sticker book or clothing. Not so great when it is the floor, table or cabinet--which it usually is. One sticker on the floor will not come up. Why is that? How did she get it on so securely? And why the obsession with stickers?

The Case of the Wiggles: We recently bought tickets to see the Wiggles in concert in San Jose. This required a good deal of strategy as the Wiggles are quite hot tickets. Every toddler and preschooler in the Bay Area loves the Wiggles, and with only 4 shows available, every parent needed a plan. (And you think U2 tickets require a strategy!). As with Disneyland, we haven't told the girls to preserve our sanity. As we were getting in the van tonight, La Nina said, "Do we go to the Wiggles concert tonight?" How does she know? Here is how close her guess came to the truth: We picked up the tickets on Sumday for the show on a Thursday night, exactly 4 weeks from today. Unbelievable!

The Case of the Missing Toilet Paper: This isn't a consumption issue. This is an issue of entire rolls disappearing. I replace a roll and two days later the entire roll is gone. No little card board roll left on the spindle. Nothing. It isn't in the trash. The toilet isn't clogged. It is just gone. I have asked Dad if he is simply "Robbing from Peter to pay Paul", but he is denying any responsibility. The house isn't that big, and I can't imagine what the girls are doing with the rolls, so who is taking the rolls and more importantly, why?

I fear somewhere in this house is a large pile of plastic monkeys, an ad for the Wiggles concert stuck with a very persistent sticker on a wall of several rolls of toilet paper and I am so drugged up on cold medicine I am just not seeing it.