The little purple shoe

SO--this may look like just another baby shoe, but it isn't. It has quite a story to tell actually. It all started Friday night, however the real story doesn't begin until Sunday morning. This little shoe actually caused a Sunday morning fight between my husband and I. Here is what happened. Sunday morning as I was clearing out my bag to re-pack it for church, I noticed that only one little purple shoe could be found. I looked and looked, but not shoe number 2. So I attempted to get answers from my husband--big mistake. His response--"maybe it is in the car"(little did he know that I had already searched the car top to bottom). His response number 2 "Maybe it got dropped at the football game" (at this point the rage started coming). You may be wondering why I would get so upset over such a little thing as a purple shoe. I am not sure myself(it may have been the result of WAYYYY to many sleepless nights with Emersyn), but I think it was because of the casual way that my husband was blowing it off. He had just accepted that is was gone and moved on with his day. ME--not so much!!!! It was also so upsetting because I still had ONE purple shoe. If they had both gone missing, I would have probably counted it as a loss and moved on, but I still had one little shoe taunting me. PLUS--I knew that I had taken off BOTH shoes to put on Emersyn's snow suit. THEN I had handed BOTH shoes to my husband to put into the diaper bag. OHHHH the dilemma!!! Why had I managed to keep track of 2 shoes for 5 months, but he was unable to manage for 5 minutes??? (I must note here that I do love my husband and find him very reponsible at times, but at this point I wanted to hit him in the head with a hammer) So what did I do about it you may be asking yourself?? WELL I did the only insane thing that I could do. I went to church and thought about the little purple shoe and how it was probably just sitting in the grass waiting to get mowed up. Then I came home from church--changed into my sweat pants of course--and drove to Finley in search of the little purple shoe. Once I got there I drove around the football field trying to find a way in--there is a fence of course. I found a small entrance, walked across the football field (in a CHS shirt no less--bad choice), dug under the bleachers, and FOUND THE MISSING PURPLE SHOE. Now I know that Connie Pitcher is getting a laugh out of this story, but I hope it puts a smile on the rest of your faces too. Please laugh at my obsessive compulsive behavior--I know I have. Happy Monday all of you sane people.