There are two reasons why we do not own nice things: Child #1 and Child #2 -
Our television is ancient, our couches are hand me downs and our cars are used. (Well, we're cheap too.) Occasionally, I go through brief phases where I toy with the idea of buying nice furniture, a fancy flat screen television, or an expensive cell phone, but then something brings me back to reality... like when my iPod touch went missing this weekend.
How do I love my iPod? Let me count the ways. The iPod is the one nice thing that is all mine. I justify my old lady phone because I have the iPod. I love, love, love, my iPod touch. You get the picture. Pee Wee Herman would probably suggest that I marry my iPod touch. So, back to the story. My iPod goes missing. I was inconsolable. Then, I began to go through all the stages of grief, first denial, then acceptance, I think I was finally entering the bargaining phase when Erik discovered it in the bathroom trash.
The bathroom trash!!! In between diapers and wipes covered with poop. Sorry you had to look at my trash, but I know how much you wanted a visual. (I circled where the iPod was sitting.) Yes, this is courtesy of Charlie. You know, the "easy" child. Ugh. I wish I could say this was unusual, but, I find important things in the garbage all the time. I'm just grateful he doesn't flush strange things down the toilet, yet.