It is far cheaper in this household to buy certain things in bulk and then separate them myself. But in order to do this, I need the containers to put things in. I hate wasting plastic baggies and the like, so I insist upon having reusable containers.

I had just bought some new containers and asked CJ to clean them and put them away while I was at work one night. So yesterday, when I went to use them, I looked where all the other storage containers are kept. The new ones weren’t there. I tried looking in a few places that made sense, but to no avail. I could not find them anywhere. I ended up having to text CJ on the first day at his new job because I was frustrated and I needed them. He knew exactly what I was talking about and exactly where I could find them.

I should know that unless I tell him exactly where I want something, I will not be able to find it.

But I really shouldn’t give him too much of a hard time about it. I have a difficult time finding things in general. In fact, we have a running joke about my inability to find things. And not just in the house. There have been many times where I have been out and someone has tried to point something out to me and I am unable to find it. I usually try to brush it off with, “Sorry. I’m bad at Where’s Waldo.”

The only thing that seems to save me when I’m having an especially hard time finding something is CJ. For some reason, even just his presence in the same room helps me find what I’m looking for. He laughs when he knows why I’ve called him and just comes to stand by me. He doesn’t help most of the time. He knows he won’t have to. It doesn’t take long to find what I need once he’s there. I just wish I had that kind of locating power all the time. Maybe one day his skills will rub off on me.  🙂