Nuts

One of the advantages of living in a super small trailer is that it’s really easy to clean. The disadvantage is that if anything is left out, it looks cluttered. I mean anything. Shoes in the living room? Cluttered. Jacket on the back of the chair? Cluttered. School bag and papers across the table. Super cluttered.

So I’ve really had to make an effort to keep on top of things. I’m beginning to develop an eagle eye for anything out of place. Well, not really develop...I've always had a knack for catching details. I would say I'm really observant but that's not really true because while I have the ability to see the little things, the super obvious things usually escape me.

Like the time my boyfriend picked me up at the airport and I totally missed the fact that he had hickeys all over his neck.  But I immediately knew someone (Miss Hickey Giver)  had been in our apartment by the way a chair had been moved. Hickeys=obvious thing, arrangement of a chair=small thing. Wasting my time on such a loser=stupid thing.

Apparently not only do I make poor choices in men, but  I only focus on the small stuff...

Which may be why I noticed the teeny tiny peanut on my bed yesterday.

Okay, so what’s the big deal about a peanut, right? 

The big deal is that it wasn’t there in the morning.

I came home from work, went to the bedroom to change my clothes and the minute I looked at the bed I saw it – a single peanut. Right in the center of the bed.

I promise you, that peanut was not there when I left!

Here’s how I know:  First, there aren’t any peanuts in my house. None. Not even mixed in with anything. Not that I’m hating on peanuts, I just don’t happen to have any. When I pointed that out to my husband, his explanation was that when we went to visit my mom (2 days prior) we ate some peanuts and that one must have traveled home with us.

Okay, so just say we did carry one home and it happened to make it all the way to the bedroom and onto the bed…I haven’t had a good night’s sleep since we moved. Part of it is that I still don’t feel settled and part of it is that we downsized our bed and it sucks. If you’ve ever slept over at our house and stayed in the guest room – I’m sorry. I had no idea about the bed.

So I’ve been tossing and turning and flopping around each night. I know because my husband has been complaining about it. It’s hard for me to believe through all that a peanut would be able to stay on top of the covers. Wouldn’t it have landed on the floor?

But even if it did survive my restless sleep– I make my bed in the morning. And I’m meticulous about lining the duvet cover up so I yank it around until it’s straight.  Then I smooth it out. And I'm telling you that peanut was not there!

We had cable/internet installed yesterday (thank goodness!) and we put a line in the bedroom so my husband was quick to point out that maybe the installer was eating peanuts. First, no. He wasn’t. I was there and there was no eating of peanuts. It didn’t happen. So maybe he had one buried in his pocket and he flicked it out onto my bed when I wasn't looking?

That could, maybe, be possible except I went in to change as soon as he left. I laid my clothes out on the bed. I would have noticed the peanut!

Okay, so it’s really strange but it’s a little thing and you blow it off, right?

And I probably totally would. Except…

The other day hubby accused me of drinking all the cokes from the fridge and not replacing them. That was just weird because I do replace them. I’m usually the only one to replace them.  But I only had like two. And of course, he said he only had two. I thought he probably drank more than he realized. And I’m sure he probably thought the same about me...

But honestly, now I’m beginning to wonder. When I shared that with my husband he acted like I was crazy and said “So what, someone is breaking in to eat and drink in our house?”

Which, when you put it that way, does kinda sound crazy.

But then again, crazy things happen all the time….