” I AM SO FRUSTRATED RIGHT NOW I SERIOUSLY WANT TO SCREAM!” I said to my three boys, in a screaming-type voice.
Definitely NOT my mom of the year moment.
What did they do you might be wondering. Break a window, break a T.V., break a bone, break into a house?
One of them lost Georgie, AGAIN.
No no don’t worry, it’s not a live pet. It’s just a lovie. A silly little blanket with a monkey head attached that goes by the name of Georgie.
Let me explain.
When I was pregnant with my first son, I had received 3 or 4 different little lovies. These small blankets with animal heads attached to them. I told my husband, these are probably the dumbest things I have ever seen. It’s not a blanket it’s not a stuffed animal. It is like a combination of the two. What is it and what do you do with it?
Fast forward six months later.
This is the GREATEST thing EVER! It’s not as big as a blanket and it’s not a silly stuffed animal. It’s perfect!!
My oldest son was about 5 or 6 months old when he started to consistently suck his little thumb and snuggle a blanket when he fell asleep. The minute you gave him a blanket he would pop his little thumb in his mouth and snuggle right to sleep. It was amazing! But I didn’t feel comfortable leaving a blanket in his crib with him at night. What could he snuggle with that would be ok to keep in his crib?
So one night I decided to try one of those little animal head things. It worked! He has slept with that thing every night since. He is now 7 and it is still in his bed.
Fast forward again and I now have three little boys who all suck their thumbs and snuggle one of those lovies. It runs in the family apparently. We have loved them. They helped our babies self sooth at night and they kept our toddlers
quiet happy in the car. The only problem is that each kid has progressively gotten more and more attached to his lovie. Our youngest, McCoy boy, doesn’t go anywhere with out it. ANYWHERE! McCoy and Georgie are inseparable.
So as much as I love those silly things and admit they were perfect for our kiddos, I also loathe those things! McCoy’s Georgie has seen the ground of every store, every park and every trail. It is dirty and usually smelly. But he is the third kid and also the third to have a tag-along lovie. I have given up the battle. I have been there and done that. I don’t care if you want to take it with us. I don’t care if you suck your thumb the whole time we are in the car. I don’t care what people think when you drag him along everywhere we go.
It’s not actually that I don’t care, it’s just that I know he will let it go when he is ready. Both of my other boys have weaned themselves as they needed to and I know he will too, so why force it? And let’s be honest, that would just be torturing myself.
So anyway, back to the “I WANT TO SCREAM” moment.
Georgie was lost again. And we needed to leave, we had somewhere to be and we never leave the house without that thing. NEVER. My husband was at work and had already received the “any chance you know where Georige is?” text. Definitely not the first time he as gotten that and why I expect him to know is beyond me. I get desperate ok!
So the three boys and I are looking all over the house for Georgie. Why is it that when I don’t want that stupid thing it is right under my feet as I am trying to cook dinner? I don’t know how many times I have literally kicked it out of the kitchen shouting at McCoy to, “keep your Georgie off the kitchen floor! I mean it this time!” Like what? Am I going to take it away? Foolish mommy.
But as sure as the rain will fall in Oregon we sure as heck wont be able to find that thing the minute we need to leave the house.
EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.
And especially when we are running late!
Like we were that day. To be honest, I don’t even remember where we were headed or why we needed to be there. And we probably weren’t running that late. Just late enough that I wasn’t going to be able to stop at Dutch Bros. and get my favorite coffee. So It was probably out of pure selfishness, but I was so stikin’ tired of looking for that stupid Georgie. We had literally been looking for it for a good 15 minutes. Our house is small, it didn’t have a lot of places it could be hiding. Or so I thought.
By now McCoy has been crying for about 10 minutes, “I want my Georgie!” Keaton and Lincoln keep telling me they have looked everywhere, can’t we just go now? By the way, my kids are terrible at trying to help you find something, like ‘I would pay a blind man to help me over these boys’ type of terrible.
I can’t take it any more. I lose it.
“I AM SO FRUSTRATED RIGHT NOW I SERIOUSLY WANT TO SCREAM!”
But it didn’t stop there.
“I AM SO SO TIRED OF THIS. SERIOUSLY I AM TIRED OF LOOKING FOR GEORGIE EVERY TIME WE HAVE TO LEAVE. I DON’T EVEN USE THE THING. HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHERE HE IS? WHERE DID YOU LEAVE HIM MCCOY?”
“I don’t know” he sobbed through tears.
I was a disaster, I had lost it. There was no going back. My boys were shocked. I looked ridiculous, crawling around on my hands and knees looking for this silly blankie!
“FORGET IT, WE ARE LEAVING WITHOUT…”
Then I spotted it.
There was a clear plastic jar about the size of a coffee mug on the shelf in their room. It was a jar of mini superhero action figures. Or at least it was supposed to be full of superheroes. Instead it was now entirely full of something brown. The same brown color as Mr. Georgie.
I walked over to the shelf and picked up the jar. Sure enough that was Georgie crammed inside and the lid was screwed right back on top.
“McCoy, what is Georgie doing in here?”
“Oh yeah!” giggles of excitement have now replaced his tears and he is delighted to see his best buddy. “I ‘memeber, I put him in there!”
Obviously!! You little stinker!
I had to apologize to the boys later for losing my cool. Thankfully they are pretty quick to forgive. And thankfully I can look back now and laugh at how ridiculous I was. How a silly little blanket made me so angry.
Oh that Georgie, he won that day. He got under my skin like never before. It has always been a love/hate relationship with that thing. It’s pretty crazy to think that one day I am probably going to pull that raggedy old thing out of a keepsake box covered in dust and it will make me smile. It will bring back sweet memories of my little boy and I will miss it. I know I will.
But for now, watch your back Georgie, I’ve got my eye on you!