I'm not sure what I think will happen, but I'm petrified Mr. Gold will show up with white gloves and do a dust check on my baseboards.
I was organizing this sweet wooden fire/police station my brother and SIL sent to Big E for his birthday. This thing is amazing. It came from this catalog, One Step Ahead. It is like crack for moms. Don't deny it, ladies!
The station came with a ton of furniture, including a toilet which I find fascinating. Big E does, too. In fact, it's his favorite piece of toy furniture, even though he refuses to use a real life one. Irony at its finest.
It also came with two policeman and two fireman. As I was lining up all the tough guys in front of the toy flat screen TV, I noticed we were down one fireman.
Blast! We've had this thing a total of five days and Big E has already lost 25% of his manpower. Plus, my brother and SIL are visiting next month and I didn't want to tell them that my kid is irresponsible with his toys and not worthy of such awesome presents.
It was now my mission to find the fireman.
First, I pretended I was a three year old. This is getting easier and easier the more time I spend with my kids. If they can get away with this sort of behavior, then I should be able to as well.
If I were Big E where would I stash the fireman?
I looked in all the drawers, book cases, filing cabinets, and trash cans in the room. Nothing.
I checked under our china cabinet. He was not there, but I did find a sippy cup circa 2009 filled with what was once water and now resembled Guinness. This was headed straight to the trash. Gag.
Next I checked under the couches and the coffee table. No fireman, but I did find the "K" piece to his train puzzle that had been missing for some time. Score!
Finally, I opened up all the seats in his fleet of cars. There, jammed into the compartment under the seat, was a hair brush, a stuffed soccer ball, and the fireman.
I shouted out an excited YES! Too bad I was by myself and had no one to high five. I felt like this situation warranted one.
The house is currently clean and organized. If only I could keep it that way until Mr. Gold's visit.
I'm sure the evil Yoys will be back to destroy all of my work tomorrow.
At least I can sleep soundly tonight.
Not Big E, but that is the fire/police station.