Yesterday I got a message from Stuart on gmail chat asking if I saw his white jump drive. I hadn't.
Sometimes when Stuart asks me if I've seen his keys/wallet/whatever else I get a bit annoyed. I'm quick to anger when it comes to lost things because each of us, in the whole world should be able to keep track of our own belonging. I don't think it's too much to expect from a person. If you can't keep track of all your things then you have too much. Also, if something isn't yours don't touch it. It's just not right. I keep track of all my things and Stuart's. It gets a bit much at times because he loses things on a regular basis and it really does drive me absolutely mental. (Love you, Stuee.)
So, yeah, a message asking if I'd seen the jump drive. Nope. Then a phone call asking me to look for it. I looked in the living room, on the table, in the bathroom - things turn up there often for some reason. I checked every where. It's frustrating to me not to be able to find things. I keep the place in order for that main purpose. It was driving me absolutely batty that I couldn't find this one thing.
He said it wasn't in his bag and that he might have dropped in on the way to school - a white jump drive in the snow. Perfect. But then he mentioned he had accepted a lift to school from a stranger - I wonder if he was enticed with candy? So it might have been in the strangers car.
He came home between classes because he needed to find it. If I couldn't find it the chances of him finding it we slim, very slim to none, zero.
His voice was getting to that irritated pitch and tone that I leave the room at to avoid any head bitings from him or any snide remarks from me, ie. "It's your hard drive! Why are you mad at me for not being able to find it?" or "If it was so important why didn't you take better care of it?!" You know the sort. I can't control myself so I remove myself from the situation. Luckily, I didn't need to move this time because he went to the bathroom.
As I was slumped on the floor checking his school bag for him again I heard him mutter something from the bathroom.
"I found it."
I checked the bathroom. There was no way it was in there. No way at all. NO. WAY.
He came out with nothing in his hands, weird for just finding something you were desperate to find but he had actually found it.
Around his neck.
Mmmhmm. The jump drive is on a lace thingy so you can wear it round your neck. It was around his neck. The whole time. Around. His. Neck.
BUT, he had already checked around his neck at school and it wasn't there so somehow it disappeared and came back.
He was glad to find it and I was glad he wasn't frustrated and that I was right :)
We ended that special time together with some hot chocolate before he headed back out to school.